I miss hard words coming out of my mouth. Once upon a time before I was able to spout fairy tales of rainbows and princesses riding unicorns to their coronation as queen of utopia I was the kind of girl that could cuss a blue streak. I'd make a sailor blush, or a trucker, or … Continue reading missing you
today’s post brought to you by life
I had this big long post written up about something I did over the weekend but it needed some tweaking and a little touching up to keep me from sounding like a completely vacuous monster. I kid. But not about that. As I sat down to work on it and make my perspective more clear, … Continue reading today’s post brought to you by life
the silly sitter chronicles
Last week I wrote about an incident with the sitter and the dishwasher that left my kitchen floor sparkly clean... well Violet Nuit sat with K for 10 hours yesterday and we came home to yet another installment of what has now been titled by K "The Silly Sitter Chronicles". 10 hours is a long … Continue reading the silly sitter chronicles
loveable silly little me…
Generally, I like myself very much. I can say that with a certain amount of pride and clarity because I recall half a lifetime ago when I was not so lucky. When I looked in the mirror and the girl that looked back, her awkward smile and icy eyes, they weren't what I wanted to … Continue reading loveable silly little me…
truth be told, sort of
Oh babies, it's time to come clean. Tell the truth. Fill you in. You deserve to know these things after all. Here it goes, are you ready? This is big... It's been really hot. There I've said it. It's been really hot and the truth is that I live in Portland, Oregon. Not California, not … Continue reading truth be told, sort of
and my kitchen floor is sparkly clean…
Recently we had the good fortune of acquiring an amazing babysitter. Violet Nuit. Now babysitters can be amazing for a variety of reasons and each family needs its own special fit. A babysitter that is perfect for us may be horrible for someone else and the other way around... But we got very lucky in … Continue reading and my kitchen floor is sparkly clean…
clothing racks and the love hate relationship
I have a love hate relationship with clothing that I used to mistake for a love hate relationship with my body. There are few things as frustrating as taking the time to go clothing shopping, being ready and willing to spend a bit of money on clothes (after all, we're not all nudists) and then … Continue reading clothing racks and the love hate relationship
down there
I need to handle this with a little delicacy. A sense of decorum. I need to say it gently because otherwise I might freak out. It's possible that I may have already freaked out... but just a little. How am I going to say this? What's the best way to handle the situation we've found … Continue reading down there
but I thought torture was illegal in the states
I've spent a good portion of the day cooking. Mixing. Blending. Stirring. Processing. There is so much good food in my kitchen I just don't know what to do, because I can't eat it. It's for tomorrow. For lunch. But it all smells sooooo good and tastes soooooo good (I had to taste test it... … Continue reading but I thought torture was illegal in the states
pop click bing tap tap tap and other irritating onomatopoeia
Oh hell babies, there is a huge disturbance in the force here at the house of Kaos. Did you guys know I used to be a barista? I was. I used to make people coffee... espresso... tea... variations there of. When I first started I drank a lot of espresso. A LOT. I've never been … Continue reading pop click bing tap tap tap and other irritating onomatopoeia
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