Yes, Shaneequa, There is a Santa Claus

Merry Christmas! Feliz Cumpleanos, Habari Gani, ya know! Trying something new this time. Check out The Vixen Chronicles Podcast here http://web.mac.com/ninafoxx/iWeb/Site/Podcast/Podcast.html
. Click Listen. It will take you to another page to hear my attempt at podcasting. I welcome your feedback. I was playing with the toys that Santa sent me.

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Anonymous said…
very nice touch with the audio (a bit long, but nice touch)....maybe you can run in the race for the cure in japan in october (breast cancer is a growing health concern for young japanese women and needs some extra attention there -- check it out: http://www.runforthecure.org/html/e_toppage.shtml)

you can get your run on, fight cancer, use your japanese, and i'm sure find a storyline or two for another bestseller....just a thought.

on the downside, my guess is that your american-sized foot won't find too many choos to chose from. over there ;-)

peace and happy new year,
casa chico de la zorra
5:45 PM
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