I’m up too late. It’s cold in this house. It’s almost Christmas. I go on vacation in less than a week. Roadtrip, whee! The fella is almost done with his finals, and I think I’m more excited about that than he is. I want to get in a car with him and just drive and drive and see where we land. We’re doing the next best thing, I suppose, by getting in a car and…
Oh god, it has begun in earnest. Behold, a tree! It’s a pre-lit model, something I never ever ever thought I’d ever buy, ever. It always just seemed … blasphemous. But Big Lots was out of their unlit trees when I went, so I just went down in size half a foot and opted for the pre-lit, as it fit my budget. And now that I have seen the foolishness of my ways, I dare…
I had a bit of a meltdown yesterday right before Thanksgiving dinner. Everything had been going more or less okay; I got up and on the road to the parents’ as early as I could, since my mom had texted me the day before, telling me to hightail it early since I’d be trying to outrun bad weather. I was flying solo, as Ray had to work that afternoon. That sucked, but you gotta do…
My apologies to those of you who have seen this on the Tweet-o-sphere and the Facebooktubes already, but I’m trying to reach eyeballs. Lots and lots of eyeballs. The thing is this: I am selling holiday cards made from my photos in the Etsy shop. One features this bird print and the other features this snowy branch print (both of which are also for sale in several sizes). Fun fact about these cards: If…
Back in my day, you could elect to carve a pumpkin and it would stand tall (if somewhat increasingly moldy and smelly) for weeks. Sure, the sheer force of gravity and effects of oxygen would eventually turn the jack-o-lantern in on itself, turning its face into something resembling a toothless old man, but you felt like you got your money’s worth out of him at least. They just don’t make jack-o-lanterns like they used to,…
Councilman Chuckles’ time in the political spotlight, as his supportive core bloc seemingly seemed to turn on him immediately and — in many ways — rot his political future, was short and sweet. Seizing his opportunity at the spotlight, one Congressman Cackleface — a loose cannon — has entered the pumpkinlitical sphere. Also when I went to check on Congressman Cackleface just now, I caught the neighbor’s dog totally making out with my sprinkler. Mmm,…
He’s never going to vote for your stupid ordinance! I’ve got one more pumpkin and only half an idea what to do with him. I may never top last year’s Ryburn-o-Lantern, but at least my porch is looking all festive and snazzy. Previous jack-o-lanterns: 2009 | 2008 | 2007 | 2006 | 2005 | 2004 INSTA-EDIT: Uhhhh, can anyone else see a face in the shadow of that uncarved pumpkin up there? Uhhhhh. INSTA-EDIT ADDITION:…
Yes, I have already busted out the Halloween decorations and I am not ashamed. Nor am I done. This is my first Halloween in the house and I do not intend to let it pass with any shred of subtlety.
For once I actually had July 4 off work. That only happens every few years, so I decided to make the most of it and head to Saltillo to take part in the annual grilled-meat-and-pyrotechnics-a-thon. A fun twist this year is that I somehow convinced the manfriend that he should get in on that shit and come with me. So we took off as early as we could coax ourselves to Sunday (think…
Memorial Day weekend was also the weekend my grandmother turned 78 years old. She’s my only remaining grandparent and I am working on the technology to allow her to live forever.
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