No, no, no–that’s BLOGGER is the ultimate evil. Lewis Black got it wrong. Seriously–I’m listening to Lewis Black right now, doing his ‘versus’ program which is really pretty fucking hilarious, except now bloggers are on the chopping block against ultimate fighting, and I’m getting all defensive. All I really want to do is send Patton… Read More

Chicken is home, Chicken is home! Hence the reason I’m posting at dark-thirty a.m.–for some reason she expected her return to be cause to spend all my time with her, catching up on tv instead of playing about on the bloody computer. Silly girl, but I indulged her for the day, got little done, either… Read More

(And Galad tidings:-) I just checked Galad’s blog, and sister’s got some serious sock action going on–go, girlfriend! About the cat–thank you. I knew you would be supportive, which is why I pushed ‘publish’ on that rather rambling, emotional post, and you all were exactly what I needed. Thank you. I’ll let you know what… Read More

I think Ladybug has potty-trained herself. She’s been insisting she sit on the potty–taking off her pull-up and scrambling up there and waiting for something magical to happen, but none (none!) of our children have been potty-trained before three, so we were just sort of indulging her–you know, “Isn’t that cute? She wants to be… Read More

*sigh* Okay–first of all, I’m having a cat problem. Dennis Quaid has been looking skankier and skankier–I finally caved and took him to the bank I mean the vets today, knowing that after fixing my PWT ticket, the last thing our bank account could take is a vet bill from hell. I told them seriously… Read More

(shimmy bop bop, shimmy bop bop, shimmy bop bop yeah…) Now see the problem with summer blogging is that I have both too much and too little to talk about. I have too little, because basically? I hang with the kids, keep them from killing each other, and run the occasional errand. I have too… Read More

It dawned on me, as the day made it up to a scant 90, and the breeze blew, that our crappy air quality we’ve had until recently has done it’s nasty, destructive little job. We have become an exclusively indoor family, pale trolls, huddling in our craptacular home, excavating through the toy detritus for something… Read More

It’s gonna be a short post. I finished the first edit, sent the kaboodle off to blessed Eric, with instructions that read, loosely, “I think I have a detail muddle in the fourth section, but I need some space. I’ll take care of it when you’re done.” Then I proceeded to sit down and rework… Read More

(I was Athena:-)

Okay–a few months ago, we were sitting in the lunch room and the song “Devil went down to Georgia” came up in conversation. Don’t ask me how, the gods were drinking happy juice (or, as the Samurai speculates, the four horsemen of the apocalypse came down for bong-water), but anyway, there’s this song. And there’s… Read More