blowing the dust off

It’s tough to maintain a blog now.  I am envious of people that still do – the ones who don’t get paid, the ones who who aren’t famous on the internet…just the regular people who can make time to maintain a blog.  I’ve composed a multitude of posts in my head – BRILLIANT posts, I might add – only to lose them to them to a thousand tiny interruptions in my day.  I can say I’m going to try to do better, but you and I both know that is not a great promise.  Life happens.  If I can pick this thing up where I left off, super.  If not – well…the archives aren’t going anywhere.  My infamy will live on.  ;) More »« Less

Staying busy

Facebook and Ravelry have killed my blog.  Here it is, gasping for breath, and I finally DEIGN to post.  I should be dragged out back of wordpress’s headquarters and shot.

HAHAHA!

OK, so.  Just some pictures.

My mom visited:

Oh wait, I didn’t take any pictures.  It was mostly us shopping – at the mall, in Helen, GA, at the outlets…

Stitches South!  Fun and uneventful.  Perfect! More »« Less

suck it, dodos!

Woooo!  Thanks Bloggess!!!  I am in fact not dead.   I swearz it!  I’ve been busy.  Doing…stuff.

I don’t know…STUFF!  Knitting, twittering, obsessively watching the olympics…

OH MY GOD, there’s nothing ON!  Where is the downhill?  Where is the speed skating?  WHERE IS CURLING???  I CAN’T GO ON WITHOUT THEM!!!!

I do not have a problem.

In lieu of entertaining content, how about some semi-interesting pictures? More »« Less

twinkle toes

Watching TV, Kev is at the stove, stirring dinner.

Kev: What’s a twink?

ESC: you know, the sterotypical gay guy you see on tv…floating around…hellloooooo…you look FABuloooouuuus!

Kev: oh

ESC: let’s go SHOPPING!!

Kev:  *laughs* OK, I got it.

ESC:  And then there’s bears.

Kev: Bears.

ESC: yeah, kind of big burly guys.  Like, if you were gay, you’d be a bear.

Kev: *turns to me, puts his hand on his hip* I can float around JUST FINE, thankyouverymuch!

ESC: HA!  I’m blogging that.

koo koo ka-choo

We’re snacking on thin pretzel sticks, and Kev sticks two in his mouth and said he was a beaver.  I grabbed two and put them in the sides of my mouth, straight down, and made a hissing noise.

Kev: awwww…my little walrus…

ESC: wh…wha???  walrus????  I’M A VAMPIRE!!!!!

Kev: oh…heheheh…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!

ESC: …I…I don’t think 140 characters is going to be enough to convey how offended I am right now.

Kev: HAHAHAHAHAHAOMGI’MGONNAHAVEASTROKE!!!!!!!

We are now having an argument about appropriate length of vampire fangs, and whether or not vampires can “starve to death” like beavers if their fangs are too long…

***Kev would like me to let everyone know that he did NOT hear me hiss.  Got that?  He didn’t hear me hiss.  OK then.*

Twittered

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