When the Glitter Fades in the Morning

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10421204029028516702012-01-04T08:50:27.019-08:00When the Glitter Fades in the MorningFull flavoured, full bodied. General jackassery.Secret Agent Squidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.comBlogger491100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042120402902851670.post-87298085560521673302011-07-19T10:00:00.000-07:002011-07-19T10:01:17.495-07:00Skagit Valley flats from the back of a Honda Magna on the 4th of July

Not much of a post, but hey, what the hell. If you have the chance (and we blessedly often do, living mere minutes away up the foothills from them), visit Skagit county's farmlands out in NW WA, they're gorgeous and some of the last huge swathes of un-Californicated lands around here.

Secret Agent Squidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042120402902851670.post-47479898917387779552011-06-15T10:18:00.000-07:002011-06-15T10:34:10.892-07:00Oh June. Let's Break Up.

June. Why won't you let me love you, baby? I want to lay out in your lush green lawns in a cute little dress and read all afternoon, sipping iced lemon zinger tea, skin warmed until I fall into a comfortable catnap. I want to drive through your valleys, birds echoing off the sides in a wild cacophonous hillbilly symphony, my arm out the driver's window playing with the wind, Gish or Siamese dream

Secret Agent Squidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042120402902851670.post-58987909791419066892011-06-13T20:13:00.000-07:002011-06-13T20:13:03.360-07:00Best Kind of Chaos Ever

The most amazing, wonderful, and exciting thing happened this past Saturday - my bestest, darlingest, dearest, sweetest, and most importantly SMELLIEST friend ever had her second child at 3 in the afternoon or so. I got a call around 8, with a voicemail that *I* got at about 9.30: "Door, it's me, I know it's really early but my blood pressure was too high, so we're having the baby at 10.30. BYE".

Secret Agent Squidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042120402902851670.post-69410421776225829662011-06-07T21:33:00.000-07:002011-06-07T21:35:41.436-07:00What I Wore (aka it's totally narcissism, look at my awesome thrift find)

I don't have anything particularly pithy to say, I'm wiped out from a day out with my lovely mum and a nice dinner all together - spaghetti, Avenue Bread's rosemary-laced heavenly bread, and maybe a smidge too much wine and chocolate piroutte cookies. Then Ma and I had to watch a few episodes of Two Fat ladies, which is an emotional event in itself. So. Much. Pork. Love, love, looooooooooove Two

Secret Agent Squidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042120402902851670.post-69373662948047642762011-06-06T14:33:00.000-07:002011-06-06T14:40:25.843-07:00Makin hay, with a side of bacon

This weekend, we had appropriate-to-the-Northern-Hemisphere temps for June, sun and everything! It was a marvel. We spent a good chunk gardening outside (Husbandman is mad for weeding, thankfully, I just like to tidy... compulsively), but squeezed in some wandering time too. We took a nice drive into town and had an awesome lunch of chicken gyros and humus that we shared with Sae. We did a tiny

Secret Agent Squidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042120402902851670.post-60520549310828264582011-06-01T10:46:00.000-07:002011-06-01T10:48:41.211-07:00Paintin' That Bish All Up

I totally forgot to post yesterday - I want to try and at least post a little bit even if my brain is otherwise occupied. It's been a rough week, I haven't had much to say that wasn't heinously negative and no one wants to hear me bitch about my mundane life bullshit. Well, I don't want to hear me do it, anyhow. But I did get a glass of water poured into my keyboard and underneath my laptop. So,

Secret Agent Squidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042120402902851670.post-53802836580923597862011-05-30T14:40:00.000-07:002011-06-10T08:47:09.296-07:00What I Wore (aka narcissism, but I pretend it isn't)

So today's Memorial Day here in the states (though I think most non-state readers either are ex-pats or just totally knew that already kthx). As usual, it was grey and actually pretty chilly - it reminded me of last year when I wore a fleece jacket and sweater to the 4th of July party I went to. So, so sad. You see advertisments on tv where everyone's rocking out at this great, sunny bash,

Secret Agent Squidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042120402902851670.post-80003555833333588592011-05-27T20:41:00.000-07:002011-05-27T21:14:46.278-07:00Because Growth is Important

Growing is important, admitting you were a shithead and incredibly unpleasant is too. I've been thinking about this, especially in regards to restarting this blog. I'd abandoned it for a while because it'd gone of the rails - the rants were mean, not smart or cute, they were shitty and angry and just generally made me sound like this frothing Glenn Beck type of ladyperson. Which, you know... I

Secret Agent Squidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042120402902851670.post-76932295605952161012011-05-25T12:06:00.000-07:002011-05-25T12:06:42.779-07:00All About the Ol FamDamnily

So bear with me, I am at a loss for really interesting or sparklingly witty quippy bitchiness to post today, but I am (trying to be) very up on posting regularly - hopefully every day, just to get my chops... um... up to chopage? Sure! There might be some self-indulgent stuff or things that are really only interesting to me, but I think that's okay. So let's start with... The Dudes and Little

Secret Agent Squidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042120402902851670.post-51860234077299686292011-05-24T10:30:00.000-07:002011-05-24T10:30:58.649-07:00Well, I Totally Suck and Blow Simultaneously at That Thing That is Bloggin'.

Ok, so... two years of neglect. Oh blog. I am sorry I abandoned you. You see, I squoze out a baby almost exactly two years ago, and she is what is referred to as a Trouble Baby (TM my mom). She takes things apart. She removes garbage from the bin just so she can throw it away again. She chases the dogs and cat and eats their food. She climbs. She stomps around the house doing funny dances and

Secret Agent Squidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042120402902851670.post-80603488577287015742009-03-19T09:33:00.000-07:002009-03-19T10:10:18.884-07:00ready for it to be April, or Wherein I am sick of my life being dadaist film.

At my grandpa's funeral, my father and I stand holding hands, watching an eagle swoop down and tear a small bird to bits. It flies off with two halves, one in its beak and the other in its claws, and three crows fly off with it, attacking it repeatedly. My dad looks at me and points beyond the casket, while the eagle cartwheels off into the pines.I think that this scene should be poignant somehow

Secret Agent Squidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042120402902851670.post-15975358547922541582009-03-10T21:14:00.000-07:002009-03-10T21:50:35.223-07:00well harumph. not so fun, this one.

So much for being in the habit of posting... as soon as life picks up, I forget about everything on the ol clickernet except for email and things like thisiswhyyourefat.com and failblog.com. I am a sucker for cheap thrills on the fly, what can I say?These past two weeks have been nicely hectic, I've attended two parties (a beer tasting fete and a housewarming shindig) and hosted a couple of

Secret Agent Squidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042120402902851670.post-63352134972464152452009-02-23T10:46:00.000-08:002009-02-23T11:07:22.157-08:00Twenty eight weeks, two days. God, let it be over soon.

I am done with this whole baby-Tupperware situation. Don't get me wrong, I honestly don't mind the baby rolling around my guts, nudging my bladder (usually...sometimes she jumps on it repeatedly, and I pee a little... so not cool), bizarre internal bellybutton pokes, or even the frequent peeing and waddling.I will tell you what I am done with.I am done with only having one pair of jeans that

Secret Agent Squidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042120402902851670.post-17593094344200731232009-02-11T20:08:00.000-08:002009-02-11T20:23:50.832-08:00again with the flakes

Oh, if only the flakes I had in my life were just happy little corn flakes (these are my favorites, three ingredients, eat that Michael Pollan...no, really, do! I think you'd like them, Mr. Pollan. I'm a big fan of them AND you).Unfortunately, the flakes mentioned two posts back indeed did as I expected and flaked out on me. Because they are flaky hippies and it is their nature. It wasn't

Secret Agent Squidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042120402902851670.post-69932586179433481992009-02-06T11:17:00.000-08:002009-02-06T11:41:10.142-08:00sand in my asscrack

There are some things in life that annoy me greatly. Clingwrap, dogs sniffing my crotch for far too long or often, useless people, and dog hairs in my bedside water glass, for instance.A big, big thing with me, that can enrage me on my less tolerant days is wishy-washiness. This will not stand. I do not abide by this at all.No, the Dude does NOT abide by this aggression, which will not stand.

Secret Agent Squidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042120402902851670.post-48836145357152116602009-02-04T21:43:00.000-08:002009-02-04T21:57:06.803-08:00Shoppin for small ladies

And I don't mean little folk.My little sister (and by no means my youngest, that one is...3?) has a birthday coming up, her fifth. I was stymied about what to get her until a friend suggested over facebook that stickers were the way to go, or better yet a sticker book...because we've all seen the unfortunate family cars with the rear passenger windows COATED in peely, sticky paper backing of

Secret Agent Squidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042120402902851670.post-61961705879583948492009-01-31T09:00:00.000-08:002009-01-31T09:17:10.255-08:00toooo early for thinkin

Is it February yet? No? Then you mean I DON'T have to hear about Sweetbean's birthday EVERY SINGLE DAY and that it is still like three weeks away and ohmygod am I going nuts discussing cakes and bicycles and knight's shields to play with YES YES I AM. The flip side of that is Manwife's birthday is the day following Sweetbean's, and I have yet to hear one peep out of him about what he wants aside

Secret Agent Squidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042120402902851670.post-91681612939433288302009-01-21T10:35:00.000-08:002011-05-27T21:51:09.952-07:00Blahs are over, January sucks, and I just want it to be May alfreakinready

Wow, I haven't hit the ol blog in a couple of weeks, my bad! I have been trying to get in the habit of blogging more this year - hopefully whenever I get my craft blog going (Dee Bee Sea is defunct until baby having is done with) and someday that big, shiny etsy shop hoppin, I will be awesome about updates and uploading stuff and whatnot. YEAH! Let's see, what's been going on? Well, for the past

Secret Agent Squidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042120402902851670.post-56320217284904446942009-01-09T18:26:00.000-08:002009-01-09T18:32:49.195-08:00WOOHOO Until about 9 years from now, that is.

baby bumblebee is a GIRL bumblebee, as it turns out.well dang! slap me with a pair of ruby slippers and give me a tutu....or twenty. with barn boots. and millions of hair doodads. and teeny tiny little tights and pixie wings. OH HECK YES.sadly, she is a taurus, but there is naught I can do about that except hold it back like a prarie-doggin' poo until after May 22. You KNOW I'll be trying. Those

Secret Agent Squidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042120402902851670.post-52336707086445510932008-12-18T19:54:00.000-08:002008-12-18T20:40:42.501-08:00My cat breaks into bread bags and eats half the loaf, including the plastic bag.

Alright, so this is a real update, and not a snotty one where I remind you (aka Myself) that I indeed have a life....really...and am much too busy for this silliness. But in reality, this is the downtime between entirely-too-chaotic holidays this year. And after those times? I just kinda hang out and sew or knit or cook a lot or talk on IM and play legos. I shouldn't front like I'm busy just

Secret Agent Squidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042120402902851670.post-46762124751560772622008-09-14T14:08:00.000-07:002008-09-14T14:10:25.708-07:00ZYGOTE

...it's what's for dinner.or, in other words, we are not infertile and I am with parasitic alien organism thingy. tiny icky looking thing. it is in the belly. or wooooommmb (that word is just gross), if you will.yes.new house, fuck yeah.

Secret Agent Squidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042120402902851670.post-60982261936337093252008-08-19T20:08:00.000-07:002008-08-19T20:50:26.351-07:00An Ode To Manwife and Dudes everywhere

So somehow Manwife is becoming One of Them. Or, er, us.Manwife before "the Change"Manwife's future, complete with freaky beard and armhair. Actually...Dick, is that you?Now, don't be fooled by the silly pictures, this bothers me not in the slightest. It's simply amazing. My husband is the one that turns out to be the only person I've dated who shows an interest in turning a few wrenches, and

Secret Agent Squidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042120402902851670.post-26823812073430876202008-08-17T22:17:00.000-07:002008-08-17T22:30:45.739-07:00San juan Island, what the fuck is wrong with the culinary part of your collective hive brain thing? Fucking islanders.

Dear San Juan Island,Your restaurants FUCKING SUCK.The italian place made marinara by dumping a can of stewed tomatoes in a pot and heating them up. No spices, no mushing of said whole stewed matoes, just tomatoes. your chicken was ok, but serving it on SPAGHETTI noodles is pretty goddamned ghetto. This is not dinner at aunt mary's house, this is a restaurant. pay the 20 cents more for some

Secret Agent Squidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042120402902851670.post-85318599761957551342008-07-29T20:19:00.000-07:002008-07-29T20:42:49.298-07:00Let's talk about body mod, defining ourselves, finding tribes, and judgemental folk.

Before we start, let's read this:http://www.huffingtonpost.com/lindsay-mannering/tattoos-the-need-to-stand_b_115521.htmlI'll wait.Read the comments, too.Ok. Done? Meeeeeee toooo. I am SO done. Wow. That was an amazing pit of hate, no? That's ok, that's what huffpo DOES is hatehatehate and be snotty upper middleclass east coast folk.So. Tattoos.A need to stand out?Sure, for some.Just like grandma

Secret Agent Squidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042120402902851670.post-1555895108234711982008-07-28T14:17:00.000-07:002008-07-28T14:24:59.369-07:00Excuses, excuses...bite me crank, matey!

Sooooooooooooooo yes. we're moving NOWNOWNOWNOW, it appears. My house is filled with teetering stacks of cardboard boxes, all of my fun crafty and arty stuff is stowed, i have only three books to read, and my house is a fucking mess with nothing for me to do about it except wait. Fuck this, it sucks. I am not someone who handles a shitty looking house very well, I get a good deal depressed,

Secret Agent Squidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042120402902851670.post-6291234897794598432008-07-11T06:33:00.000-07:002008-07-11T07:05:07.912-07:00New Post, New Post, Newwwww Pooosssst

Well, it's been a busy month and a half around here. Last month, Manwife, Squidge and I packed up and headed to Brosef's down in Oregon, then continued with our combined clannage to Yosemite and Kings Canyon. Well, we stayed like right in between, right next to Madera out at an army corp lake. Very fuckin' pretty, and I felt the healthiest I have been all sunny season long. Mostly that is due to

Secret Agent Squidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042120402902851670.post-55800945143740972512008-06-03T15:35:00.000-07:002008-06-03T15:41:22.531-07:00bloggin' II

So no, there has not been much by way of blog. Lately, all the interwubs have been for would be comix and buffy the vampire slayer episodes. Seriously. I'm on the last season. Next is Battlestar Gallactica. The mini series movie of that KICKED ASS.Other than intarwub shunning, I've been doing fambly stuffs, planning my Yosemite/Fresno vacay with my SIL, which is in a week or so and looks to be a

Secret Agent Squidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042120402902851670.post-80980724159352362002008-04-19T10:11:00.001-07:002008-04-19T10:21:39.002-07:00Where I yank the stick out of dark unmentionable orifices.

Ahhhh. There is nothing like waking up to....birds. The smell of coffee. And nothing else. No husband lecturing the kiddo, no kiddo falling off the potty across the hall from my bedroom, no neighbors running a table saw at some ungodly hour for the second year straight, no shitty crotchrockets revving for twenty damn minutes at 5 am across the street, no NADA ZIP ZILCH.Why am I blessed with

Secret Agent Squidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042120402902851670.post-54112517381561968362008-04-14T21:13:00.001-07:002008-04-14T21:34:24.799-07:00Bakin a pie of lost souls

So it's monday, and I have a kid update.He's eating. He's not puking. We've had a few break days ("fuckit, let's have macaroni for dinner", etc) but other than that, he's eating much better. Dunno. Maybe the toy deprevation and a week of early bed with no dinner or desert worked for now? We're still fighting the fight.But the puke....the puke has blessedly ended.Here's my thank you gift to you,

Secret Agent Squidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042120402902851670.post-7773644698018092262008-04-04T18:48:00.000-07:002008-04-04T19:05:01.343-07:00this is why I should not post.

Here's one for ya.I have a four year old. Good kid, robust, healthy, chipper, etc etc. Adolph woulda loved him (horrible to say, but true) - rosy cheeks, blonder than blonde hair, blue eyes, great lungs, and very strong.And stubborn.Did I mention that?Yes. Ohhh yes. here we shall see JUST how stubborn this kid is, and perhaps y'all can help me.He only likes to eat the following:cerealberriessome

Secret Agent Squidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042120402902851670.post-36547134249903735862008-03-14T01:11:00.000-07:002008-03-14T01:13:43.618-07:00It is 1 am

And I have a mouth full of fried eggs, melty cheddar, papas, and garlic sausage from Hempler's. I also have toast with jam and butter from some Nooksack dairy. It is kind of heavenly.Also it is a bit weird, given everyone else is asleep and I am exhausted.Perhaps I have worms.Hopefully not the kind that poke out your butthole while you sleep. That's just creepy.

Secret Agent Squidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042120402902851670.post-10506989042638619882008-02-24T22:08:00.000-08:002008-02-24T22:28:44.492-08:00Probably a dang good plan.

I wish there were a way to read my mother's blog with the shitty or weird or creepy-ass comments turn off (would that include mine? occasionally I bet yes). Seriously. Nothing gets my ire up like someone acting a fool...a creepy, creepy fool...or assholish...or...you get the idea...on my mom's blog comments. I think it's like when I used to chase kids down at school who said "well your mom's a __

Secret Agent Squidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042120402902851670.post-1607886977816435122008-02-20T00:06:00.000-08:002008-02-20T00:08:53.585-08:00Bloggin'

Bloggin - don't wanna.Rain's stopped, there's baby stuff to be crafted up, and two more seasons of Law and Order, SVU to watch.Add to that, a kid that needs to learn to draw his shapes and write letters, a husband who is going back to school again, and a brain that needs constant stimuli...Well, I just don't have the patience or will, yo.Will post pix of goings on in craftyland later.xoxoxoxo

Secret Agent Squidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042120402902851670.post-68522695046279886932008-01-27T19:27:00.000-08:002008-01-27T19:57:32.930-08:00Oh Precious Few Months of Sanity...

Yesterday: slept in til 10 am, got dressed and picked up my bus pass and caught a ride downtown 20 minutes later, leaving Manwife and Squidge to head to the local pool for a Dad-Son day. I can't wear my bikini top without getting cited for indecent exposure, so I take a sanity day to myself.Went from the downtown depot to the Newstand, and bought three by three's compilation book of award winning

Secret Agent Squidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042120402902851670.post-18060829032585688192008-01-25T15:59:00.000-08:002008-01-25T16:14:01.196-08:00Tha Intarnet Is Surrrrius Biznaz!

WOW. I get to be on the periphery of ridiculous high school poo and fucktardery on the internets, which I guess (?) is being perpetuated by people in their thirties and above.And I am being chivvied to Take Up Arms and Play Along with the meaningless shite.Ok, here it is.THE INTARWUBS ARE MOSTLY MAKE BELIEVE. Internet people are essentially IMAGINARY FRIENDS. No offense, I intellectually know

Secret Agent Squidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042120402902851670.post-31692843745486614792008-01-22T13:57:00.000-08:002008-12-09T22:24:55.672-08:00Phone etiquette

I have had this really weird thing happen lately on my phone.My phone rings, it is a number I do not recognize or that isn't stored in my mobile's little memory chip. I answer the phone, "hello?""yes May I speak to D please?"...."May I ask who's calling, please?" (I get loads of telemarketers and survey people calling me, even though it is illegal to do this to someone's mobile phone.)In response

Secret Agent Squidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042120402902851670.post-9026143245672009572008-01-18T16:19:00.001-08:002008-01-18T16:24:18.463-08:00Ok so what the hell, here.

Here is the deal.If you don't like the way I write, or the slang I use, or the voice in which I choose to address the world, fuck off and don't come here. It is exactly that simple.No, I do not hesitate at rejecting comments that are posted with the sole purpose of being twatty and heinous. Not at all, since this is my fucking brain puking and what the hell's it to you, any how?(Other than that

Secret Agent Squidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042120402902851670.post-10701425175699904702008-01-09T22:06:00.000-08:002008-01-09T22:35:29.069-08:00blog-o numer-o un-o (of 2008-o)

Ok, so I have been harassed for updates. See, I was going to, but then I was fucking around on the intarwubs - mostly looking for embarrassing pictures of people I know - and found...a thing. This thing was an adoptee-seeking-birthmama/dad thing. And it was this dude, born when my mom had her first kid, in Oregon, looking FOR my mama. AMAZING. I hyperventilated. I cried and got shaky and felt

Secret Agent Squidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042120402902851670.post-80207392786638201372007-12-31T19:10:00.000-08:002007-12-31T19:13:41.519-08:00today

today i set chicken stock on fire, a good ending to the year I think.i am pretty sure that my house now smells a lot like what a lipo clinic that got burnt down smells like and it is hella nasty.HAPPY NEW YEAR

Secret Agent Squidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042120402902851670.post-82514116551167484922007-12-23T16:19:00.000-08:002007-12-23T17:03:31.208-08:00Wedding pickshurs

I dun got hitched. Here be the proof.Awww, we look so happy in this one. I love my shoes, he loves my boobs. Win win. Also I am subtly holding his tie straight. Dude has static cling issues.I would like to say I am wearing white tights, but that would be a dirty, flithy lie. I live in Washington state, okay? It is very cold and wet here. It's like the dank cellar of the United States, only well

Secret Agent Squidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042120402902851670.post-53544998113889089682007-12-15T20:24:00.000-08:002008-01-14T09:13:47.549-08:00I have a question

Am I the only foul-mouthed woman who makes stuff? REALLY? I read lots of craft blogs, and everything's usually so fucking pristine and sweet that I'd be mortified to leave a comment that said "hello, this is beautiful, thank you for the free pattern" only to have these sweet little dumplings of twenty-something ladies to come here and cry or something. The marzipan from which they're apparently

Secret Agent Squidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042120402902851670.post-16298018425289078042007-12-13T19:15:00.000-08:002007-12-14T11:12:37.389-08:00getting hitched

i hate flying, and on Sunday morning I'll be going clear across the country to Vermont. the place where maple syrup comes from. that, and Ben & Jerry's. I am from Washington state, the place where the pacific beats the shit out of the land, then sends us sideways rain to contend with and we are all ruggedly individualistic coffee addicts (yes, meant to be somewhat oxymoronic.heh).I am not really

Secret Agent Squidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042120402902851670.post-92026660336446793822007-12-01T13:00:00.000-08:002007-12-01T14:14:27.691-08:00Sner! Snerrr! (snow)

Today it snowed! About goddamned time too, the sky's been grumpy and slumping low and pee-grey for about a week now.This is my patio, hello snowy bbq!So what have I been doing to stave off cabin fever, wedding dementia, and toddleritis?(warning, picture-heavy)* Bakin' stuff... *monster cookies!!! yay!! one is cyclops.errrrrmmmmm....it's another cyclops cookieZOMGOMG!!!truly, that is a heinous

Secret Agent Squidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042120402902851670.post-12201867848333591612007-11-28T23:20:00.000-08:002007-11-28T23:40:02.190-08:00Eloping

Eloping is no picnic. It is almost as bad as fussy seating arrangements and picking out bridal party gifts and shit. Seriously.Why would I bitch? An all expenses paid trip out to the eastern seaboard?! OMG! I iz ungrateful.I will tell you why I can bitch.....BioDad (as the credit card person): "I just got promoted to a ridiculously involved lead position at the company, and keep missing the inn's

Secret Agent Squidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042120402902851670.post-50283437877010349182007-11-06T12:49:00.000-08:002007-11-06T13:27:35.785-08:00Unemployment

...but not THAT kind of unemployment. Manwife is busy paying the state back after his last bout of lazy bastardry, so we don't go there. We don't "do" the govt money thing, it'll always bite ya in the ass later.And no one likes an assbiter. The noise of ass-munching alone is enough to make me hurl shoes at the dog/tatopig/kitty/person. Ugh.I digress.Today is my second work-week day of

Secret Agent Squidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042120402902851670.post-89917394408379960952007-10-18T20:34:00.000-07:002007-10-18T21:07:19.101-07:00Feminism should not be fundamentalist, or A Feminist Manifesto Of the Rational Lower Class White Girl

Hello, My Name Is Ms Oread LadypersonOkWhatever and I am Here to Turn In My Feminist License.I am done with you, all of you, every single fucking one of you, at least the ones on the internet.Or at least the ones that post. Lurkers I might be OK with.I have never felt so alienated, disenchanted, and like the only person who believes in things like prudence and rationality and careful thought

Secret Agent Squidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042120402902851670.post-49488700854122429092007-10-10T21:57:00.000-07:002007-10-10T22:28:59.880-07:00sooooo. sew? sou.

Well.There's this.And there's that.This being complacency and That being fear, if you're not aware.I tend to swing wildly between the two. I am a sometime pendulum thrown off whack, undulating and spinning and careening into objects before my movements slow and my discontented, jangly-limbed-jig slows to a tired Minette in the corner, and I am back to the beginning, waiting to get going again,

Secret Agent Squidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042120402902851670.post-89178311014996024582007-10-05T11:58:00.000-07:002007-10-05T15:28:01.524-07:00Notice

I am giving notice.I am leaving for a cushy county job with benefits and everything, just like any human being deserves, along with pay befitting my skills.I know this sounds ludicrous, as I am:FemaleYoungA mommyladyand last but not leastNot willing to shun my family for my work. (Yes, my last talk with my boss, I was indeed criticized for all four.)However, I feel that as a smart little cookie

Secret Agent Squidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042120402902851670.post-38043475362489640192007-10-04T13:23:00.000-07:002007-10-04T13:40:51.307-07:00This is just the way it is most of the time.

When bad things happen to other people, however much it may affect you or annoy you or whatever, it just isn't about you. There seems to be a chronic case of This Is My Pity Party and You Will Bring Punch for everything lately.Well, I have never liked punch, and I only bring booze to parties, and then only when they have good music or good...herb gardens.Drafting standards not up to your

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