I am not the only one with a, "tights as pants" issue. Behold! My people: Pantless Wonders and why they need to STOP! I can thank Shiv for that link.

Buy from small US companies with natural food products, trend+Punk= Hollandaise in Cambodia! I rather like that comic. I got a laugh when Blake got "fired from punk"- oh, excuse me, its, "punx", by ( Read more... )

I was up until 1am baking a cake. Not just any cake. My chocolate indulgence cake, for the Blessingway. The Babbler slept on the way home from the airport, which, is never a good thing when it comes to her 8ish bedtime. I can't bake a cake with her around. Trust me. It just don't work out ( Read more... )

Ok, lots o'random.

First, lets start with a minor rant.

PETA sucks.

Yeah, I said it.

1) Their marketing is sexist as shit 2) They are rude as hell3) They can't see the forest for the trees.Now, I don't wear fur (though I do wear vintage leather jackets, have leather purses and leather shoes). I don't like animal testing. I don't like seeing ( Read more... )

So I'm sitting here, trying to tweak a program to open some short stories Felicity sent me, Wee One is having some boob on my lap (why yes, I can feed her in a dinning room chair, without using my hands or arms. I'm just that freaking talented) and I hear snoring. Uh-oh. Its 5:30pm and the Babbler is passed out on the couch already. Craphats!!!

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In general, the Babbler is all cheerful and easy going. She does her own thing, I do mine, she gets me when she wants something, I provide it, we each go back to what we were doing. Sometimes, if I am doing something that interests her, she hangs out with me and "helps ( Read more... )

So I was pulling in the trash bins and putting stuff in them, when I hear all this clanking from inside. Dishes clanking. I was pretty sure I had emptied the dinner dishes from the sink into the dishwasher, so was a tad confused as to what she could be messing with. I sorta ignored it, until I was done loading up the bins ( Read more... )

I took the girls to the park yesterday. Wore the Wee One, the Babbler carried her ball and jogged the one street over. She was in the sand under the climber and slide, when this woman and her son, who is just about the same age as the Babbler, walked up. She lives just across from the fish and chip shop on the corner, next to the Italian joint. I ( Read more... )

Lord love a duck ( Read more... )