Assassin

Oh mighty bush llama...

...your powers fade in the presence of the assassin's outstretched fingers.

Birthday Barbie

Happy Birthday to one of my best friends!!
I love you girl!

Great Date

Had a fabulous date with my boy this afternoon.
Arboreteum fun, early dinner, puppy love...
We try to have mommy/son dates regularly.
Just the two of us.
Can't wait for the next one.

IceHouse

Puppy Love

'Twas the Night Before

Christmas Break

Aaoooowww!!! I Feel Dead (or Papa's Got A Brand New Body Bag)

Take a moment on this fine Christmas day and think about your best James Brown moment.
(And don't deny it...we've ALL had a 'James Brown' moment or two in our lives.)

A mad shout up to heaven (we can only hope) to the Godfather of Soul.

Round One

It's not even Christmas Eve yet and the kid's already scored a new gaming system...

...and cashmere.

Deirdre's Favorite C-Word

Happy Birthday, Mrs. Bawkbagawk

In the Meantime...

Here's a Christmas card my dad made and
sent to family when he was in the Army.
Apparently, I inherited the 'smartass gene' from him.

Trust Proof

The note that came with this picture said:

"And-- By God-- I WILL hurt you if you don't
stop the self-deprecation of your physical appearance."

It's just that, after a huge Mexican dinner
and nearly an entire package of Almondettes,
my belly truly DID look big to me.

Distorted body image is insidious.
When I can't trust my own perceptions,
Proof always helps make things clearer.
Thanks for the visual evidence to set me straight.
And for the warning.

Oh, Christmas Steve...Oh, Christmas Steve...

I excitedly wrapped up some vintage Christmas ornaments from my own collection to give to Lorelei--she was out doing her holiday shopping, which included picking up a tree, and I wanted her to have something to decorate it with at our scheduled Logan Square rendevous later in the evening.

On the way downtown for our little tree-decorating hangout night, I get a call. "I didn't get a tree. But I got lights. You can help me decorate Steve." Steve is Lorelei's wicker dress mannequin. Complete with boobs and hips and all that is good and right for a mannequin to possess. Even one named Steve.

So here we are. Me n' Steve. He looks much cooler at 4 a.m. in the dark (what guy doesn't--especially one with blue glass nipple rings?), but Lorelei reserved the surreal night-shot pics of Steve for her own blog, Damebramage. Perhaps she will actually get them posted before the new year, but I can't guarantee that. She's got much better things to do with her life than I do (which means, Missy, if yer not gonna get a chance to do it, I will happily do it here.)

Anyhoo...'twas a very fun Saturday night. Just ask the guys in the meat department at Dominicks.

Mole! Mole!! Mole!!!

Too much mole makes a girl sleepy.
Or maybe it's the tinsel octopus on my head.
Y'know...sucking out the brain cells.

Santa Baby

I can't believe we did this to our kid.

It's just wrong on so many levels.

But I laugh my ass off every time I see it.

Miss You

Happiness Is

A puppy always makes the pain more bearable.

Cut Down

I lost a 12-year-long friendship today.
Goodbye Eric.
You've made your choices.
I hope they work out for you.

Chicken Pizza

The Great Pyramid at Chichen Itza
December, 1986

Cheesecake

Cancun, Mexico
December, 1986
The only time I ever went away for Christmas.
These girls were selling cheesecake on the beach.

Pageant

Last night was the Lincoln School Christmas Pageant.

My kid singing on the Jumbotron.

Take a bow, y'all.

And put that tongue back in yer mouth, Stevie B.