It’s Christmas time again (as you might have noticed), and I find myself finally having to confront the issue of Santa. The Boy is almost four years old, y’see, and his all-too-bright mind is fertile ground for planting the seeds of mythos. Easter Bunny, Tooth Fairy, Boogeyman, Great Pumpkin, and yes … Santa. All of … Continue reading
Dear Snails Who Live In My Yard, I like you. I really do. Your alien little faces amuse me. Seriously, how weird and adorable are you guys? So weird! So adorable! Whenever it rains, you mobilize like a little be-shelled army. I am particularly tickled by your blatant defiance of gravity. And when you park it … Continue reading
I’ve been meaning to blog. Really I have. There has been cooking. And photos of cooking. There has been fun with kids and snarky observations of the world around. But there has not, it turns out, been time. Time to sit. Time to type. Time to compile my thoughts and photos into a semi-coherent state. … Continue reading
Look. I’m not a girly girl. My default uniform is jeans and a black t-shirt. My hair is short and funky so I can look cute without trying. I covet novelty socks. I most certainly do not blog about my quest to find a new purse. But. I have a certain amount of lapsed-gothgirl/headbanger pride, … Continue reading
I am a grown woman. I promise. Turning 30 this year. Got two kids. Got a husband and a house and two jobs. I remember anniversaries, appointments, and birthdays. I vote. I have insurance and political opinions. I am an adult. But this ad is still the funniest thing I’ve seen all day:
Dear Coworker, My name is right there in my signature line. Spelled correctly. Your continued misspelling of my name can only be deliberate. Of course you know, this means war. I shall be sending a manservant to officially slap you across the face with a glove. No reason we can’t handle this like gentlemen. Regards!
Sometimes you just have to smile. I have this coworker. She’s a very sweet girl. Single and childless, brand new to the workforce, loads of time and disposable income. And she chooses me as her audience for venting. Now, I understand venting. Sometimes your world is full of teetering stacks of unfairness that threaten to … Continue reading
Nestled deep within the soft chewy nougat center of my soul rests a tiny pungent kernel of crippling shyness. I coat it in layers of sass and pepper and hope nobody notices it’s there. But sometimes the flavor will out. And the only way to keep from just standing in a corner with big eyes, picking … Continue reading
So I’ve been distinctly non-bloggy lately. No time to spill forth wannabe-witty commentary on the interwebs, no time to cook, let alone anal-retentively photograph each and every little step of the process. But where has my time gone, you may ask? (or not. probably I’m the only one asking. blogging is very much like talking … Continue reading
A while back, whilst rambling about pizza dough, I mentioned that a stand mixer would probably make the life of dough mixing easier. Since, ya know, it’s a mixer. Mixers mix things. Hi, I’m Skwishface, and I’ll be your Stater Of The Obvious this evening. Ahem. Anyway, I have long been drooling over stand mixers. … Continue reading
