Reading through the archives of my first, long-dead, family blog and admiring my own wit. A wit fueled by an unfortunately unrepressed childhood coupled with a total lack of formal therapy.


Caption for the above photo: "The 90s were an awkward time... Was it the whorehouse wallpaper, the 70s shag rug, the black eyeliner, the waist-length braids, the pink spandex or the presence of Father's Venezuelan love-child that really set the stage?"

My God I kill me.

My zucchini plants in all their glory.


Part of my first ever attempt at a garden. I was ridiculously intimidated by the thought of trying to start something from seed. Then I figured that I managed to do it with a whole person and she seems to be thriving so how hard could plants be?

Hopefully all these showy flowers will result in something tasty. I'll be mighty pissed-off if these suckers are just teasing me.

My kid, today 10 months old and more heartbreakingly beautiful each day.


Bonus happiness: I love the hell out of my new used DSLR and how it makes even me look like a decent photographer.