February 7, 2015
I really love this photo — despite the fact, looking at it now, it is clear I need to burn those pants.
That is me and Pumpkin walking through Austin to the Bat Bridge.
Photo by :::Chesher:::
December 27, 2014
December 17, 2014
This is —
My favorite Christmas story ever.
When in Doubt, Throw Hard Candy
[AKA The Santa from Hell]
— by Toni McGee Causey
When the kids were little — I think Jake was three and Luke was seven — Christmas felt like it was going to be slim. Make that downright anorexic. So I was looking for a way to bring a little fun into the season, something that wouldn’t cost much.
I had a brilliant idea. [I should come with a warning label: If brilliant idea occurs, step way-the-hell back for your own safety.]
Anyway. The idea was to have someone play Santa at our house for a pre-Christmas visit. We’d invite all the neighbor kids and their parents and each family would bring a gift for their child ahead of time. I’d hide the gifts away and squirrel them to our Santa, who would come in the house with lots of Ho Ho Hos and joy and jovial warmth and after regaling the kids with whatever it is Santas regale kids with, he’d give out the presents. There would be hot chocolate and apple cider, a beautifully lit Christmas tree in the background. Maybe even singing, if the kids wanted to sing. We would be so sappy, Hallmark would sue. Or throw up, but whatever, it was going to be great.
When I write it out like that, it sounds like a very nice day, doesn’t it? It really does seem normal and sane and I should have known that in my world, “normal” and “sane” do not apply.
*Wondering where to get those sassy hard candy planet lollipops? Okay so you are officially a solid geek but no worries go :::here:::
November 26, 2014
November 3, 2014
*PS: I have no Cici photos yet so am nabbing a cute baby pic off the internet and risking internet gods fury to do it, don’t judge me.
November 1, 2014
October 31, 2014
October 27, 2014
Okay I have not been good about getting photos this year [bad me] but here after a hard week festivaling, [yes, I made that word up, roll with it], Sunday night after the bars close: Max Adams, Chesher Cat, Vivi Gregg, Jennifer Mulligan, Kent Williams, and Cathy Rescher, AFF 2014
And, selfies grabbed at Driskill before people headed for their planes [yeah, I am last minute like that too, ahhh!]: David Gardner & Max Adams; Jennifer Mulligan & Max Adams:
October 20, 2014
- Stock some sort of breakfast snack. In fact, stock some sort of food, period.
- Capture the prehistoric bug in the bathroom I have an armistice with. “Here Godzilla! Here Godzilla! Come to Max! Pay no attention to the super sized Tupperware container I am hiding behind my back….”
- Stock enough coffee beverages I will not have impulse to attack guest with sharp objects for cutting into Max coffee rations.
- Dust off the real toothpaste. [Others apparently do not tolerate baking soda tooth shenanigans well. This was brought to my attention when one house guest screamed and started foaming at the mouth.]
- Wash towels in laundry [and also washcloths]. Apparently linens growling and levitating are disturbing to guests.
- Stock some primary beverage other than Diet Coke? [Surely not, who in their right mind does not rely on Diet Coke as a primary source of hydration?]
- Bleach purple shampoo rings out of bathtub.
- Check stored sheets and pillows for “air fresh” quality. [Wash if “air fresh” quality went south in 2012.]
- Do dust bunny check. [Not everyone gives dust bunnies nicknames and cute outfits and stages wrestling matches.]
- Double check refrigerator for mystery alien visitors. [Some people whimsically refer to those visitations as “vegetables gone bad” but I cannot be fooled, THOSE are alien life forms.]