Overheard at Casa de Awareness: “Harry, if I give you one cookie, and I have one cookie, what does that make?” “Everybody Happy!”  Can’t argue with that.

Last week was a whirlwind.  Let’s see: Trip to DC and back – Very successful.  Happy client.  Happy boss.  It won’t last, but for now, all is right with the business world. Playing catch up – Success of aforementioned trip is somewhat dimmed by pile of work on desk upon return.  Happy client.  Happy boss. […]

I have been remiss with a tag – I have been “it” and I have not been fulfilling my role as the chaser.  Veronica of “Toddled Dredge“, whose writing I can only aspire to, tagged me in a seven random things meme.  And I am only happy to oblige, since my life is about as […]

I couldn’t get a good picture of it glowing in the dark, but here it is in plain, old, daylight:   It’s a Christmas gift for my nephew and, oh, so Christmas-y, don’t you think?  Right in with the theme of the season.  I asked his mom (my sister, Jen) his favorite colors, and she […]

Let’s just say, in theory, that you ARE a boy.  And, at least at one point you were 11-years-old. Would a watch cap knit with glow-in-the-dark skulls and crossbones be cool? Because I put a lot of effort into this thing. Inquiring minds want to know.  Preferably before Christmas.

Conscription starts early in the New Middle Ages: If cute could be harnessed, Harry could move mountains. (Photo stolen shamelessly (but with credit) from April of Kungaloosh)

My husband has added black fingernails to his new moustacheless, green skin, black tooth look.  Oh yeah.  Just keeps getting better. But at least his feet will look good: I finished the first sock in the pair I am knitting him.  No knitting these babies out of scrap yarn – in fact, I couldn’t even […]

My husband came home from dress rehearsal last night, not only sans moustache, but green.  All. Over. Green. But I will never say that it can’t get even worse, because, oh, my friends, it does. His teeth?  Were black. Green.  Black teeth.  No moustache. He may need to suffer for his art, but me?  I […]

I didn’t write this yesterday, because I just reached the point of saturation with all the blogs about voting and candidates and elections.  As uncharacteristically excited as I have been about this particular election season and the voter turnout, I had a dull ache that had started to settle behind my eyeballs about the whole […]

Before. and After:   Scott Ian gone to seed, or maniacal djinn? Or a little of both?