Well, 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 yodelling. She gets in the middle of the dining table and eats the pepper.
All in all, she's pretty excellent.
Just, you know... spirited.

 See, she's very happy. About being evil.

She has really gnarly fashion sense, though. And loves shoes. Hell yes.

I mean, basically life stuff has happened, we bought a house down the road from our old rental, Sweetbeanboy started school (ending 1st grade now) and all of the excitement that sort of thing entails, Professor Husbandman has had all sorts of crazy career moves and shizz going on, and I am basically trying to keep the ball rolling more or less forward in a sane and fairly orderly fashion. 

The house we bought needed (and still needs) lots of work, it had sat empty for the better part of a year through pretty much all of the rainy months here - all nine of them... ahem. Prior to that, it was occupied by hippies who put the dirty in Dirty Hippie. Really, really scuzzy and grotty. So we had to do all sorts of crazy crap I had no experience with, like doing new drywall and mud and using that fun texture spraying thingie, tearing up carpets and doing glossy plywood floors (very Mo-Dern looking, until the Giant 90lb Labrador Incident) and tearing up counters and backsplashes and UGH. That was last year, right when we bought it.

This year - we are landscaping. I hurt every single day, I go to bed sore and my hands look terrifying, but I wake up feeling great and my guns would put Thor hisself to shame. So, you know... good times.

Any how, the kids have become more self sufficient and less clingy, so I'm capable of taking some time out to write again. I've over-pondered what kind of direction I want to take blogging for a while now - I read lots of fashion blogs, "lifestyle porn" blogs, cute tattooed ladies in sundresses (I think they have a secret club that I need to somehow wrangle an invite to... I have tattoos! I love sundresses! I am just maybe too foulmouthed to join), and honestly, the thought of pigeonholing myself or changing my tone really stresses me out. I may be branching out from straight up ranting or charming cusses, maybe some crafty crap, cooking stuff, trips we take, house progress snaps, maybe even some of that super awesome see-what-I-wore-because-I-am-hell-of-cute-and-have-rockin fashion-sense sort of thang. I'll still talk about feminism and idiots and why I think Brak should be president, though.

And cusses. There will always be some goddamned cusses.