This is for you, Mom. First, the dragon eats the policeman in the second verse of The Green-eyed Dragon. Didn’t want that comment in yesterday’s post to be confusing. Second, I meant that my family is weird in the best possible way. We all consider ourselves weird in some way, right? My parents, brother and…
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My People: Part 2
I can never decide if I want to identify with librarians, and that’s only the tip of the iceberg. Do I want to identify myself as a homeschooler, an American, a Texan, an art history major? So many choices! Every group has a stereotype. For homeschoolers, my mental image is of a girl in a…
Blooming artichokes, Batman!
I’m not really sure why that seemed like the best title for this post. I am sure, however, that there are some fantastic quotes kind of like that between Batman and Robin of the Adam West era. You can chuckle at them here: [chuckle, chuckle]. The main point of the post is that I saw…
In the Present
I might dream about wassail and carols every once in a while, but I haven’t forgotten about the lovely present. In addition to errands and eradicating dust bunnies, I synthesized some Vitamin D yesterday. One of the best things about owning a house with a fenced back yard is that you can go lay out…
Defeating Dust Bunnies and Nostalgia
Sometimes I decide that cleanliness in my house isn’t all that important. My dog likes having little mini versions of himself rolling across the floor in the form of tumbleweed, right? Right. So as long as I don’t care, we’re all happy. Then after a few weeks of that philosophy, I realize that other people…
Under the Weather
Yeah, not feeling so hot today. As a result, my brain isn’t coming close to anything that could be described as original thought. I do, however, very much enjoy these lolcats: (I do a mean raptor impersonation, by the way.) Thanks, icanhascheezburger.com, for saving me from my lack of significant brain waves.
Cup-a-Cake
You know you’re in touch with your inner fat kid when you own a device that’s designed specifically to keep cupcake icing from getting smushed in your lunch bag. Or maybe you’re in touch with your inner OCD. One or the other.
Small, but valuable. 