Be at peace and enjoy another Scenic Sunday …
What I really want …
10 Oct 2014 Leave a comment
in My Thoughts Tags: be real, blogging, family, life, memories
Rescued this one from the archives today for Friday Facts. Constant Reader* knows that family history is kind of a big freakin’ deal with me.
* Thanks, UncaPhil
Rose Among Thorns
09 Oct 2014 10 Comments
The week wouldn’t be complete without a touch of Throwback Thursday. Innocent little me with some delinquent cousins. Upon closer examination, I strongly resemble Bride of Chucky.
Wednesday’s child is full of woe …
08 Oct 2014 7 Comments
Just watched Madison throw a tantrum of epic proportions, all without a sound. My usual mid-morning snack is a handful of nuts and for whatever reason she decided she wanted one today. She’s been trained not to beg, and at any rate nuts are a big no-no, so I ignored her. She flounced into her bed next to my desk, frantically attempted to dig the fully-attached mattress out of it, then failing that burrowed her nose into each of the four corners, still scrabbling away with her feet. When nothing worked, she flopped disgustedly on her side, arched her back, and kicked her legs like she was having a nightmare. Lather, rinse, repeat on the other side. Big sigh. Stood up, shot me killer side-eye, and marched into the other room to sulk, with every hair on her head standing straight up and her frilly tail in a big frazzle. Total nutcase. See what I did there?
Kim has renamed her Badison.
And this brings us to Tuesday Thankfulness …
07 Oct 2014 2 Comments
… for this little girl who entered our lives so unexpectedly and brings us such happiness! Madison, you’re a pip.
Monday, Monday …
06 Oct 2014 6 Comments
Mondays carry a melancholy feel. Why is that? Even now, willfully unemployed, I’m sorry to see the weekend, well, END. Because my friends head back to work for five whole days and I wouldn’t think of annoying them in the middle of all that. And it’s likely some sort of latent psychosis — a Monday maladjustment. Predictably, by Tuesday morning the psyche is once again in harmony with the turning of the earth, and the blue mood slips away. Must.Make.Changes. Adopting a new attitude about Mondays, starting in 4 … 3 … 2 …
Peanut Butter Cookies
04 Oct 2014 Leave a comment
Time for a recipe. Watch for them on Saturdays right here!
Throw in some vanilla and a pinch of salt just for grins.
Well, THIS sucks …
30 Sep 2014 14 Comments
We didn’t win the lottery AGAIN, which is crushing because PLANS — I was on a quest to revolutionize my wardrobe by way of that venerated institution, the Sundance catalog. Please don’t sue me, Robert Redford, for naming names — I obviously can’t afford that since we STILL DIDN’T WIN THE LOTTERY.
It’s all so disappointing because my first new outfit as a gazillionaire was going to be killer, starting with the jeans, which are $108 and still have PIECES OF ACTUAL DENIM clinging to each other! There’s a sweet top, a twee rumpled creation weighing less than an ounce and going for a very reasonable $198. There’s a distressed-leather peacoat that looks fab with the little top — it’s only $548. The shortie boots in the same shade as the jacket, complete with fringe and studs, are a must — they retail for $575. To nail the look I’ll need the slouch bag for $368 and a cool nubbly belt at $120. Then we get to the fun stuff — the jewelry. Three necklaces, layered, at $1190, $3400, and $1300 respectively; eight stacked wrist cuffs totaling $4800; seven rings for $1603; and the earrings, $285. And a perfectly darling may-or-may-not-keep-time watch for chump change of $98. The surgery to add 10″ to my height is probably going to run into actual money.
So for just the debut ensemble, not counting height-enhancement because who knows, I’m looking at approximately $15,000 with shipping. And realistically I couldn’t wear the outfit every day because it isn’t wedding and funeral appropriate, so it’s imperative that I buy out the catalog in its entirety, including the furniture. My dreams are all-encompassing.
Way to ruin my life, Powerball. Mr. Redford and I were going to be besties.
Plan B: Snag this $98 vintage bandanna scarf and accessorize my overalls.
Queer-Eye for the Straight Girl
29 Sep 2014 7 Comments
in My Thoughts, Photos Tags: be real, friendship, happy stuff, life, polls, relationships
Queer-Eye for the Straight Girl.
Oops, this is woefully out of place on the grid. So sue me for playing on my blog this morning.
It’s a girl thing …
27 Sep 2014 1 Comment
Kim’s been working nine-hour days for the past two weeks, doing a one-man build for The Nervous Set at the Arts Center. This has pretty much been his baby from start to finish and he gets to use a butt-load of skills he’s proud of. He comes home every evening worn to a shred but in a good mood. I’m all chirpy for him, and now that Madison’s here the hours when he’s working on a project don’t feel as open-ended as they used to.
By yesterday, though, it’s clear that Maddie does not share my “I’m happy you’re happy” attitude. She is not happy. I regret to inform you that she is conducting herself like a tiny white douche canoe — snorting her way down the hall for potty break, straining at her leash, and barking at everything in her line of sight including especially leaves and twigs. My stern attempts at discipline only egg her on to greater displays of rudeness.
Daddy walks in the door at 5pm and she’s all over him, an innocent pixie with light in her eyes. She covers his face and neck with kisses before I can get in line for mine, and as God is my witness she shoots me The Look — “Don’t even, Mommy dearest, he’s taken.”
I deliver the old classic “This child is causing me to come unhinged. It’s your turn ’til bedtime.” So he takes her out for Walkies & Potties and she’s angelic. No snorting, no straining, no barking. True story because I go with them — I HAVEN’T SEEN THE MAN ALL DAY! He finds the whole thing hysterical. Now they’re collaborating against me. Another woman has stolen my beloved’s heart and there isn’t jack-all I can do about it.
It’s okay, Maddie. Really. You’re a smart cookie.
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