Da Grind

19 03 2012


so, whaddImiss?

It’s un-offically day 4 of operations over at fresh & fluffy  and the biggest issue I’ve had to deal with is trying to figure out where the damn potato bugs (or rolly-pollies or pill bugs) carcasses are coming from.
Not too bad.

I’ve decided to do a “soft open”* for the time being.

Now that I’m back to work, I can start doing things like paying attention to my google reader and organizing my photos. Because I’m the boss.

* open, but not openopen. I’m here and doing stuff, but I haven’t made any grand announcement because I need to make sure that I have what I need to have and I know how to work my point-of-sale in a manner which does not require swearing.


Houdini’s First Two Tricks

8 08 2011


For a while, we were pretty sure that The Dude was Richard Wright reincarnated.
However, he’s making me think he’s more of a Houdini…

Example 1)


[No, he is not faceplanting, he is CRAWLING OUT of his 3-point-harness rocker seat.]
”Momma smells, I’m gonna pop you in here for like, 5 minutes while I shower…”
”(Screams of protest)”
”You’re fine.”
I pop my head out of the shower because he’s making it sound like he’s being attacked by bears to see he’s turned himself upside down and is attempting an escape.
In the time it took me to wash the 2-in-1 out my hair and wrap myself in a towel, he had loosened himself out and was motoring across the floor.

Example 2)

“Come on Dude, let’s go swimming!”
Across the pool he goes and over the side.
And then back into the pool.
And back out.
And back in.
And out.
wash. rinse. repeat.

Word-full Wednesday: 30 Days of Food in One.

18 05 2011

1) I have REALLY missed the clacking comfort of two-handed typing.

2) The Thing to do over on the Book of Faces is “30 days of music”. First, I can’t do anything for 30 days. I tried flossing for a month, I lasted a week. Secondly, I don’t have 30 days to do anything. There’s a mountain of laundry downstairs that would make Bear Grylls shudder.

And NNNOOO haters, it’s not all diapers, it’s 3-weeks of my laundry I’ve been going down and retrieving piece-by-piece on an as-needed basis.

Anyway, as much as I live music, I decided to do a little word swap.

Without further ado: 30 Days of Food in One Post
(I had to use some creative licensing here….)

Day 01 – Your favorite food

Day 02 – Your least favorite food
Beets. Freakin’ ew.

Day 03 – A food that makes you happy

Day 04 – A food that makes you sad

Day 05 – A food that reminds you of someone
Chicken Wings

Day 06 – A food that reminds you of somewhere

Day 07 – A food that reminds you of a certain event
Elephant Ears

Day 08 – A food that you can make without a recipe
Shit on a Shingle

Day 09 – A food that you can dance to
Peanut Butter Jelly!

Day 10 – A food that makes you fall asleep
Open-faced turkey sammich, on thick white bread with gravy and potatoes.

Day 11 – A food from your favorite department
Cauliflower (Produce)

Day 12 – A food from a department you hate
Pigs Feet (Processed/canned)

Day 13 – A food that is a guilty pleasure
Mac and Cheese. Homemade. With crumbly top.

Day 14 – A food that no one would expect you to love

Day 15 – A food that describes you
Chicken. As in an “Attribute”.

Day 16 – A food that you used to love but now hate
Circus Peanuts

Day 17 – A food that you often hear “buzzed about”

Day 18 – A food that you wish you heard “buzzed about”

Day 19 – A food from your favorite album
Tea for the Tillerman (not my “Favorite!” album, but I’m out of food related albums)

Day 20 – A food that you eat to when you’re angry
Chips (er, crisps….)

Day 21 – A food that you eat when you’re happy
Ice Cream! (though I eat it when I’m sad too)

Day 22 – A food that you eat when you’re sad
Popcorn (though I eat it when I’m happy too)

Day 23 – A food that you want to serve at your wedding
If I wasn’t already married and money wasn’t an object, Lobster.

Day 24 – A food that you want to serve at your funeral
Boston Creme Doughnuts

Day 25 – A food that makes you laugh
Cucumbers. Tee hee.

Day 26 – A food that you can play as an instrument
Conch (well, I don’t know that *I* could…)

Day 27 – A food that you wish you could play
Tuna Fish. You can tune a piano… 

Day 28 – A food that makes you feel guilty
Glorious, glorious cheese

Day 29 – A food from your childhood
Key Lime Pie

Day 30 – Your favorite food at this time last year
Sit-down/Dine-in Mexican.

(original idea here: http://tumblring.net/30-songs-in-30-days-list-for-your-tumblr/)


19 04 2011

I assure all of you in my blogcircle that I AM reading your posts.
Figured that most of you didn’t want me to bother with a comment like, “Rock on!” or “YEAH!” or “And then I ate a candle!” (if you do, let me know and I’ll make sure to comment on your posts)
That being said, most of my reading time involves doing something with my boobs, thus making it hard to type and do whatever it is at the same time. I have, however, become rather ambidextrous with my mousing!

Figured that most of my readership doesn’t want/need play-by-plays of my daily life (seeing as it pretty much revolves around poop and naps and making food for poop) or cares that I am spring cleaning to the nth. Rather than clog up your feeds and readers, it’s best to wait until something cool happens.

Oh, and I lost my job.

Right, that is all.

To my Blogosphere Buddies…./ More of a Wordless Wednesday

5 01 2011

WordPress changed up their reader when I was trying not to stroke out in the hospital (in October, not recently).
For some reason, your blogs aren’t showing up in my reader which is clogged with lolcats.
That being said, I am making an ernest effort to catch up on everyone’s doings because I miss you all!

And now, onto your regularly scheduled programming:

(Kali's got a gun and Buffy's got a cleaver... they're fighting)

And this is supposed to be Mr. C


Happy Halloween!

31 10 2010


(we’re still around, just, wow, whoda known that this whole “parenthood” thing would be so tiring/demanding/exhausting… I mean, besides other mothers and fathers)


Oh, and of course, the cutest pumpkin…

His feet are so big, he’s almost out of newborn footed clothes because his big/itty toes are getting smooshed up in the feeties.

Wordful Wednesday: Selfish

13 10 2010

To anyone who feels personally offended that I haven’t been updating:
We were admitted Thursday night.
Baby Boy Mak showed up Friday morning  (6lbs, 4 oz), via a slice in my adbomen and since then, I’ve been trying not to die*.
Seems my bribe of pumpkin cupcakes didn’t work as my arm’s bruising up from my IVs (yes, plural) and blood draw sites. At least they listened to me and only used tape when 100% necessary.
Anyway, here we are this morning after breakfast.

He’s a champ and has charmed all the nurses.
I, meanwhile, continue to be on modifed bedrest, while charming the nurses with my humor.

* Dr. Wiki on HELLP Syndrome. My platlets were at 6k during the event, if you get to the part that talks about severity. So thanks to the aunt who said I looked terrible while my major organs were failing. You win the “awesome. shut-up” award.