I have good friends. Good, solid, generous friends. I’ve got a bedroom filling up with knick-knacks, furniture, clothes, toys, and more, given to me by people who know I will need it and who want to help. I’ve got a crib and changing table on the way thanks to a friend who thought enough of us to enter us in a contest and kick our nomination up a notch with a super creative entry. I’ve…
He has been overseeing my progress today. And making sure to get the new glider given to us by my mom and dad fully covered in his hair.
Last week I applied for and secured a booth at Cooper-Young Festival, where I hope to sell photo prints (framed and un-) and stationery, as well as take orders for custom designs should people be interested in that sort of thing. I’ve also got some other artsy crapola knocking around in my head that I hope to be able to hammer out between now and then. I’ve never done a festival before so trying to…
Everyone say hello to the coneflowers that made it all the way from Nashville to Memphis via @saraclark. They are bustin’ out!
We finally, finally, finally, have a pronoun to use for the Heirloom Tomato Formerly Known as Sweet Potato — he’s a he! That’s correct, ladies and germs. There will be a penis inside of me for the next five months. Jealous? Yuk yuk. Can you believe I am going to be someone’s mother? Now the hunt for a name begins in earnest. Before, there was a fifty percent chance I wasn’t going to have to…
Like everyone else with a functioning limbic system, I am sick of hearing and talking about Anthony Weiner. But this is one of those controversies where so many people seem to be willfully missing important points, and before you know it, the Dow’s back in the crapper and planes are falling out of the sky while we’re all yelling at each other about a randy congressman who sent penis pics to near-strangers. It’s stupid. But…
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