Life in Omaha: January 2008

1.26.2008

1.25.2008

This week's highlights

Strawberry cupcakes (con sprinkles)

My super-tolerant cat, George

Baby makes good use of the high chair

Colors! Patterns! Shapes!

1.18.2008

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice,
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
-Robert Frost

1.16.2008

I love you even if you don't

T-shirt quilt, phase II

Well, I've sewn them together,with grungy flannel sashing, since it's a very '90's quilt.
Now, I need to attach the backing, sew on black satin edging, then put buttons or patches in the intersections.
This thing is WAY more work than I thought, but the sewing part is going surprisingly well.
Yes, there is a Village People shirt.

1.14.2008

Crazy Rhythms

Baby, it's cold outside.

Winter. It's good, but it's hard to believe that we will cold for at least 2 more months.
I have all these terrariums planned for spring, hoarding vessels, looking for glass blenders.
My friend Stefanie is having her baby girl, Mazey, today, and I could just cry that I live so far away!
The snowy driving pic above is from our trip to Minneapolis, where white out conditions are the norm.
Here's how old I am, I didn't even check to see who was playing at 1st Ave., couldn't care fucking less. Too old. Need home decor accoutrements.
We did get pretty demolished at the hotel's "manager's reception".
Free drinks, 2 per patron per visit to the bar. And spicy chex mix.
While we were there I got a big Ikea spree, my birthday present.
Iggy is working on the potty thang, it's not easy, but he's fairly reasonable.

1.11.2008

I hate my neighbors

I wonder if my "I love... " titles are becoming irritating.
I could say I'm keeping it positive, but I think I just get into a rut with it.
I could say it adds continuity, but it's also disingenuous, as I obviously don't *love* all of these things, and maybe suggests that I take the L word lightly.
So, I'm switching it up, because I could write a novel containing all of the shady hijinx next door.
But, no matter how skeevy my neighbors are, they are still preferable to this.
Then again, I live in Omaha, not D.C.
That blog post fills me with perverse joy, though.

I love my Crocs

Now, now, everyone on the interwebs, calm down.
I know that Crocs are widely reviled, but those people never wore these things.
They are fucking great, and mine are really cute, a style called Alice.
They are fully rubber, but lightweight, and i could throw them in my dishwasher, if I had one.
They provide more cushion than Birkenstocks, and I haven't noticed any reek yet.
I won't elaborate on the gentle sloughing action that is happening on my heels, but I'm loving it.
We'll see how long it takes for my fat ass to compress the molecules enough to hamper the bounce.
I really want some peacock blue ones, now...