14.07.07

My Aprons. Let Me Show You Them.

I have no childhood apron memories. I’ve no gift box of aprons. Strangely enough, Chopper also has never been given an apron — which I believe is a good thing as I wouldn’t put it past certain nameless relatives to find him one of those hideous novelty jobs that says DANGER: MEN COOKING [...]

01.07.07

One Local Bummer (week one)

Sometimes, you’ve got to just jump back into the water, even if you can’t find your swimsuit.
No, I’m not naked.1 More likely, I’m wearing an ancient t-shirt from a show I’ve no recollection of doing, and sweats covered in house paint. It’s been that sort of past few months.2
But, even if [...]

16.11.06

Like Juggling while Herding (more) Cats…

(or Belly Timber’s new adventures in Portland, a three part introduction)

2. In which MizD goes crazy with the crafty thing.
Freshman year of high school, I had an English teacher I couldn’t stand. I’ll call her Ms. Rhubarb. Ms. Rhubarb was new to our school and had her own peculiar way of seeing things. This way [...]

26.06.06

Two Years Ago Today…

They tell us the second one is the cotton anniversary. We’re thinking of getting each other t-shirts or dish towels, but surely we can find something more exciting in cotton!

25.05.06

Ripped again…

rriiiippp
Oh, if only I were referring to a good bottle of wine instead of the continuing feud between a pair of chef pants and the handle of a freezer door…

22.05.06

Belly 2.0: The Re-hatching

Ia Ia Cthulhu fhtagn!
… Because you know, once you’re forced to futz with one thing, you end up futzing with another, and then another, and then the futzing just explodes into a giant, week-long futz-o-rama. …

16.04.06

Easter colors, folded paper

easter origami … January 2004, six months before the wedding, budget the size of a postage stamp, I had this crazy notion. Why spend money on flowers when they’ll just wilt the next day? We’ll go origami! …

22.02.06

Not quite spring cleaning

spice jars… I spent yesterday organizing our spice drawers, liberating old jars for new spices, and creating a new set of labels which I then slapped on the jars so that they’d all look pretty, like they matched, like they were part of a set or something. (From a distance, they even fool people!) …