Since we're going to be at World Fantasy over Halloween, Ken and I hosted a party last weekend. Costumes were *ahem* required encouraged, and much to my delight everyone dressed up. We had a devilish angel, two hockey-masked serial killers, a set of bacon and eggs, and a pair of witch doctors. We had a Little Red Riding Hood and a Hit Girl. We had ( Read more... )

So I finally finished the Baby Blanket From Hell (tm) for my friend whose wife recently had a baby. Fate conspired to thwart this blanket at every turn. I started it early in the wife's pregnancy and my friend announced the heartbeat was quite fast. "Oh!" the mothers I worked with assured me, "this means they're having a boy!" So I bought four ( Read more... )

Here's what our backyard looked like last week. Why yes, our soil is mostly clay. Why do you ask?


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As I'm sure you're all sick of hearing about it by now, this past weekend my husband surprised me for my birthday by hosting a writer's retreat at a local castle.  Several writers descended on the area, and we spent the time writing, talking, eating, playing games, and writing. I managed to get four chapters of The Daphne Project edited.  A few ( Read more... )

For several years I baked a metric ton of Christmas cookies to send to far-flung friends and family. Then for several years I didn't. Spending fifty bucks on ingredients, rolling, chopping, washing the same dishes twelve times in one day, finishing the day with tired feet--blech. It just stopped being fun. This year Ken said he was in the mood for ( Read more... )

Last night Ken and I had friends over for a night of dinner and pumpkin carving. We tried a new recipe (chicken pot pie with parsnips and sweet potatoes, yum) and then set about destroying four perfectly good pumpkins for our amusement. Three of us used pre-printed designs, but our friend Mick, who is a tortured artist at heart, decided he would ( Read more... )

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So before Ken and I went to CONvergence I told my friend Scott about our upcoming trip.

Me: Ken and I are going to Minnesota.
Scott: So where're you going fishing?
Me: We're not fishing. We're going to a Science Fiction convention.
Scott: The only reason to go to Minnesota is to go fishing. I demand you get a picture with a fish.
Me: Done.

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Because it's been a while.

Kahlua


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Here's a pic of the ring Ken bought me. I'm posting mostly because I know Bridget would want to see it.


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