Thursday, April 30, 2009

champagne thursday: toast #37

yesterday, while hunting for furniture for a client, i found my perfect dining room table FINALLY. and then my lovely husband had it delivered a few hours later as a surprise, and i fell over, i was so happy. yes, i am the quintessential 50s housewife.

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

things i love wednesday: impossible packaging instructions

so this post is really late because today is my 30th birthday, and dear sweet lord, has it been the most hectic day ever, starting with a circus of a court hearing and ending with our garage filling up with items we've purchased to furnish a formerly homeless client's new digs. all of that has left me time only for this:

can anyone tell me how the hell to open a fully taped box WITHOUT a sharp object? because i tried all kinds of soft objects, like cotton balls, and i'm thinking a blunt object, like a hammer, would probably lead to some terrible results...

Monday, April 27, 2009

random photo monday: papadog's so proud

look at how happy this poor guy is that for ONCE, just ONCE, something wasn't incredibly difficult to put together.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

things i love wednesday: ugh, with the birthday

i do not love anything about today. it is the last wednesday i will ever be under 30 years old. that is a tragedy. and did i mention i can't drink away the last days of my 20s thanks to the boognish?? TRAGEDY, i tell you.

Friday, April 17, 2009

the boognish chronicles: part 7

we're at 27 weeks as of last saturday, and let's just say i'm starting to get a little less comfortable with the whole expanding thing.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

champagne thursday: toast #36

i'd say samuel l. jackson is feeling pretty well redeemed right about now: actual snakes on a plane.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

things i love wednesday: paying taxes for the first time

i spent the last part of the work day yesterday writing check after check after check to the state and federal government. i've never had to do this before, and it was a little terrifying. i still have one more to write, and i swear, i'm putting it off as long as possible to ward off the crying. even sallie mae doesn't get this much money from me at one time, and that bitch has been all up in my wallet for years.

Monday, April 13, 2009

random photo monday: b-boy montage

sometimes, the only motivation to get out of bed on the weekends is to torture your dog.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Friday, April 3, 2009


dear arizona,

even IOWA thinks you're crazy. just thought you might like to know.

the boognish chronicles: part 6

dear little boognish,

it’s been a few weeks now since we found out you are a girl child, so i guess i should probably be using your name: langley piper. however, i made your uncle a promise back when i first told him i was pregnant, and that promise was that your nickname would forever be boognish. why, you ask? it’s a ween thing, and if you know your mama at all, you should know that promises i make to your uncle that in any way involve ween can never be broken. the last one was that i wouldn’t make a big gushy speech about him at your dad’s and my wedding. i stuck to that one and, dammit, i’m sticking to this one too, even if it makes your dad want to stick hot pokers in my eyes. besides, your grandmother nicknamed her kids bear, tank and chunk, so i think you’re getting off pretty easy. at least boognish doesn’t denote some kind of infant chubbiness issue.

your name was chosen within 48 hours of that last ultrasound. maybe that sounds like we made a rash decision, but i assure you, when it comes to names, mama and papa like to belabor things quite a bit. i literally thumbed through every page of the girl section of a baby name book that some friends gave us and many of the boy pages as well. we shouted names out to each other across the house, making disgusted faces through the walls when we hated what we heard, which was often. we kept coming back to langley and another name, which i won’t divulge here. then, all of a sudden, your dad put langley with piper, a name i have always loved but, when i mentioned it months earlier, he looked at me as though i’d suggested we name our child anthrax. now he said he’d come around, and the two names together made us both so happy that he, of course, started calling everyone we know to tell them your name, over my protests. luckily, we haven’t had too many people completely lambaste us for being crazed hippies or indulgent yuppies or anything else yet, so i haven’t had to punch anyone until they cried.

in a few more weeks, we get to go for the super creepy/awesome 3D ultrasound, and we’re completely psyched to get to see you in a way that doesn’t make you look like an alien swimming in a black swamp. hopefully you’ll cooperate a little more for that one than you have in the past. it took the tech the entire session to determine that you were a girl the last time because you kept sitting with your feet underneath your rump and doing everything you could to keep us guessing. here’s the story, kid: mama has been dealing with a headache for months and, more recently, been forced to contort my body for hours trying to ease the numbness and tingling in my left side, making it impossible to get a good night’s sleep. you gotta throw me a bone here. show me that you’re kicking around in there, and show me your little face, and everything will be kosher. otherwise, it’s lots of indian and thai food from here on out…


Thursday, April 2, 2009

champagne thursday: toast #35

okay republicans. you're right. national health care, a.k.a. socialism, is what will destroy our country. not the fact that the homeless and mentally ill have no place to turn for help besides hospital emergency rooms...

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

things i love wednesday: when the kittendog isn't an evil, maniacal hellcat

so much bullshit. the dirty feet tell the real story...