May 25, 2004
comment as ye wish
yay! The comments are fixed.
There be great rejoicing in the Queendom of Loverzan this night.
May 22, 2004
Waaaah! My comment thingy is broke!
And even my great and terrible pocket genie is having a hard time fixing it... His are dead too. There is great sadness in the domain of tinyblogville.
For, alas, your precious comments will not appear in the wee pretty window...
Meanwhile, please share your thoughts via email:
May 19, 2004
The Booge has done it again.
He asked me to pick the first topic... Y'all know I've had sex on the brain(blame it on the Guiness)lately, so it's all about food that gets you in the mood.
But don't be fooled by all the talk of penises, mangoes and chocolate vaginas-I'm sure we'll tackle some weighty social issues soon.
May 09, 2004
Lovely mothers day
I woke up this morning to a cacophony of snuggly, clicky, bouncy, grabby, nettlesome boys in my bed.
It was actually a nice way to start my momday, but I did feel somewhat trampled(like, by a herd of heffalumps!)by the time they were done with me.
Then my sweet man(despite the fact that it's also his birthday) cooked us a fab breakfast of blueberry pancakes n bacon, resplendent with homemade blueberry syrup. Mmmmmmmm!
I gave my mama a massage, whilst D whisked my boy away to buy me a magical mamaday present...
What a sweet boylet! He got my mama one too.
Pretty, shiny fiberoptic hearts.
Love my mama.
Glad I'm a mama.
happy birthday Daniel!
Man, I love you.
You rock my world, weedboy.
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!
From Green Tara, Mother of all Buddhas.
To all the mamas out there,
May you be honored, respected and cherished and may your creativity flow freely from your heart to this benighted world. May it glow golden like a fire in the darkness, radiating life-giving light and warmth to all the souls in samsara...
May Tara's myriad blessings rain down upon us all, quenching our thirst, allaying our fears and watering the seeds of compassion in our hearts.
May 07, 2004
Was that us?
Fighting crime in the Whole Foods parking garage? I'll never confess...
What a delicious night! I've been experimenting with beer. I don't usually like it at all, but Daniel has been edifying me. We've been going to pubs lately and sampling what's on cask.
Bleeeah, Yuck, Nope... and then... Hmmm... Yeah, wow! I found something perfectly delightful!
Mmmmm...creamy, rich, smooth. It was stout, fresh from the cask. I've tried a bunch of different kinds since then and liked them all. Not only is it tasty, but it also has this devilish effect on me. About halfway through a pint of the stuff(and it only takes one, I'm a hella lightweight) I'm drooling, my eyes take on this succubine glow and I'm eyeing my man like a hungry tiger might look upon a succulent, tender little bunnywabbit... Needless to say, he gathered me up- before I jumped down the bartenders beautifully freckled, ample cleavage-and whisked me out to our trusty Dakini(our purty ol' subaru).
It was sooooo freakysexywildhotcrazyyumfun!
Grocery shopping will never be the same.
Sorry to the dude who owned the car next us and of course happened to finish his perfectly innocent shopping trip whilst we were steaming up the subaru windows. He took off pretty quick, mortally scarred by witnessing our lascivious hyjinks-I'm sure my bright red giggly face was a dead giveaway, not to mention our position(missionary) and D's barely hidden barenekkidhairybuns.
Someone should have warned him not to buy the celery.
Baaaaad girl! at least there were no kidlets to traumatize in our dark, private(not) corner of the garage.
Shoot, I guess that WAS a confession, huh?
May 03, 2004
...all you new mamas out there.
You have Dooce.
I wish I had her when I was a new mama and felt I couldn't cope. Heck, I wish I'd had a weblog to pour my overwhelm into!
She really says it so well.
Thank you, Dooce.