Fright Night

After walking into the bedroom to get my purse (or: my MaryPoppins’Bag, as it is more honestly used, and stuffed full to the brim) last night, having startled Chris out of sleep and, seemingly, out of his own skin.

“Aaaaaaaaaaahhh!” And then, upon seeing it was just me: myriad, unspellable, groans of relief.

Cue me: simultaneously apologizing and laughing, so hilarious was how quickly he went from “peacefully sleeping” to “Self-Defense Stance, The Half-Asleep Version,” arms outstretched in judo-chop! configuration and everything.

“You are so adorable when you get that ‘Back UP, or I’m Going To Cut You’ look in your eyes.”

“It’s a good thing I had recently got up to go to the bathroom; I would have soiled myself just then.”

“Are you sure you didn’t?”

“Not entirely.”

Weekend Update, Leprechaun Edition

I haven’t run a 5k since 2005, when my sister and I signed up to “trot” a Race for the Cure in Portland and then on race day, about twenty minutes before we were set to briskly walk with the rest of the meanders, she asked if we could run. We have different memories of this day, but I remember knowing we would run even though we had said we were going to walk. I also remember that while she → Read more...

Things I’m Contemplating As I Enter This, My Superhero(ine) Phase

This post inspired by my friend and Patron Saint of Divorce Redemption.

We’ve all heard about the five (or seven) stages of grief, the designated personal places you must traipse within and for yourself to be able to stand tall on the other side of whatever loss you are suffering. Stages you need to fight your way through surviving, and really processing, to be able to find yourself again.

In my head I liken the five stages of divorce to a wily → Read more...

Do A Big Sister A Favor?

Today is babycarrot sister’s 26th! Day of Cake. Being that my sister happens to be (awesome, yes! and) one of my favorite people on the planet, I think instead of being here, you should go here, and read all about what made her day great. (Seeing as how we’re all very visual learners around these parts, I will tell you that there are most definitely pictures. Of cake, even!)

You could even wish her a happy! birthday. You know, if you → Read more...

My Heart Is A Nautical-Themed Pashmina Afghan

We interrupt copious amounts of Asia recapping this broadcast for a maritime digression of sorts.

You see, I’ve been a lover of the ocean, and of all things aquatic and nautical-inspired, ever since I can remember.

My love for sea-faring-everything might very well have been fostered during the myriad spring breaks spent exploring quaint coastal communities in and around Port Ludlow, Washington. Some of my fondest childhood memories spring forth from days spent poking my curious face into every trinket shop in → Read more...