Sorry I’ve been all neglect-y for a bit.
There’s been a lot going on,
while simultaneously having nothing going on.

Amazing, that.

The wedding plans are still on for February.

I’m moving.

I haven’t been able to make Good Art (sorry, Mr. Gaiman).

Planning for LauraJane’s baby shower.

Mostly holding together.


One of the things that I find confusing
is that for someone who has never really been ambitious,
losing my job (four times now)
makes me feel more pointless, worthless, and stupid
than any other disaster that has wandered my way.

I’m just afraid that I’ll be under or unemployed
until I hit my 40s,
at which point no one will ever want to hire me
because I will be Too Damn Old,
and there will be approximately 1.5 billion 20-year-olds
willing to work longer hours for less pay for any job I may be interested in.


Does anyone else feel like this?


ps (We are still doing Crossfit–I’ve just been losing my little post-it notes that have our WODs written on them…)


Happy All Hallow’s!


I never can figure out where that apostrophe goes.
Is that Hallow singular, and singularly possesses this eve?
Is there more than one Hallow, which would make it “Hallows'”?



But the Boyo came along with my crazy costume brain,
and we were a raging success at the MacAbree Manor party:


O, Pioneers!.


No one else was game for a group costume,
so we went as “Donner, Party of Two”, complete with bibs and a Jell-O heart
(I put blue raspberry vines in it to look like veins! Simulacra!)
that we messily devoured for the photobooth.


We’ll have more photos forthcoming!

This is Halloween:


Paraphrased Conversation with Boyo:


“I just wish I could find that severed nose.”



“Oh, I’m missing a kidney and an eyeball, too! Damn!”

“You know, I think you just use Halloween as an excuse to be gross.”

“That’s not true! The heart I picked up today is really cute!”


“I hate October.”



Mud, Brains, and Glory


Running is boring.
Unless you add zombies.

The Boyo and I are TOTALLY signing up for this next year–
who’s with us???