Pixel people answers and close-ups

Joy. I circled them in yellow and if you found them email me at egsblogs@gmail.com. I will mention you or something.

First pixel person

Second pixel person

The first one was just chillin' on the title on the "f" saying HEY if you look really closely. The second one was sitting on the window-sill watching the sun and going blind. I hope you found them and stuff. I am working on a new Life strip which would be number four in the series. They look really blurry here but they are just pixels and I had to magnify them.
Thank you to all of you that went to the new blog notepic.blogspot.com and got us up to fifty-four views already. (hamieluvr's post got a total of eleven views, that is the most for an individual post.) And also thank you to those of you that didn't go to the notepic blog, though I would suggest it. The people writing (not including me because I am not so full of myself as to call myself brilliant or funny but other people have called me that and wow, this sentence in parenthesis needs to end because it's getting to long and I'm boring myself with all these less that funny grammatical errors) are entirely brilliant and hilarious and I treat them as my own sisters. They are the most wonderful friends a person could have and I was very lucky to meet one of them while we were in diapers (we were two, okay?!?!) and the other in first grade and were both friends with someone who started something called the shtunkshmell crew (I hope I spelled that right, It's been a while) and the shtunkshmell crew has since dismembered yet that is an important part of the history of the firendship with hamieluvr or Neeva-Ninja as I tend to call her here. One of my fondest memory of Preschool with Riley-O was when I was playing with the baby keys and she was pushing the little red shopping cart around and we were pretending to have been grocery shopping and were going to our car. As it turned out we never found it because story time was called and even though we tryed to hide from stories (as we should've because that day they read us the poem about the blue-jay that broke into the window of a little boy and broke the boy's head open) they found us... Wow. This turned out to be a really long post. I should stop typing though my hands won't stop! HELP!