Sassy Gets Domestic All Up In Here

It's February, which we have already established here. What you don't know yet is what we've been up to since the holidays. Or since last week. I'm happy to say that I have a few pics and details to help you fill in the blanks, since we don't want anyone losing sleep.

1.  It's nearly the 100th day of school. Kids really, really, really care about this. I think it's a great excuse for dingleballs.

Dingleballs, google eyes, rhinestones and toes.

Oh my.

2.  I sewed a button onto a shirt, and it stayed on. The shirt had a hole on the pocket because I cut the original (ugly) button off (and did a piss-poor job of it) in 2008.

Welcome back, shirt.

3.  The Wailin' Jennys released a new album yesterday. Don't even get me started, these ladies are golden. Inspired. I do my best to sing every song and every part on every album, it's like vocal meditation... but they do it best. Download their sweet, bluegrass-folk melodies here.

 $6.99 for MP3 download, it's a steal.

4.  I'm drawing a new mandala. I do new ones every few months, then give them away. The act of making them is meditation for me; the act of giving them away also gives me joy. It's generally a win-win situation.

Work-in-progress, pencil and watercolor

5.  I made Pork Chops and Applesauce from scratch and nobody died or got sick. I get nervous with pork because I never remember to stick a thermometer in the meat. Aside from that, I never follow recipes exactly. (Did you expect that I would?) I added cranberries instead of raisins because raisins are disgusting. It still turned out porktastic, the boys ate it all, and I enjoyed making it. Thanks for the recipe, Rachel. You're a doll.

This is hers. I don't take pictures
of my food before I eat it, sorry guys.

That's about all for today, folks. If you hate the new blog layout, please kiss off. Sassy didn't get any HTMElves for Christmas. But if you LOVE it, then please consider the comments section your personal free-for-all. I will be mailing reward points to the ones I like best. We love you all dearly. I need to go reheat my coffee now.

Pseudo Goals

I feel like a blog should have goals, or at least pretend like it does. You might be surprised to know that in spite of being atypically absurd even on my best days, I still prefer to have goals attached to most things.  It's the follow-through I struggle with.  So, in light of us finally starting this blog we've been talking about for six months, I present you with MY set of pseudo-goals.   

 1.  Be better at follow-through. 

The hope is that I'll see goals I've written about, and hold myself to them.  Or something like that.  I'll get back to this later.

 2.  Choose your words carefully, think about what you mean to say/write. 

Self-editing is good.  Needing to do it ALL the time, not so good. 

 3.  Stop apologizing for yourself all the damn time. 

It was annoying when the girl on Next Food Network Star did it, so it's a habit you're going to break.  I mean, if I choose my words more carefully, I won't need to apologize so much, will I?  Right. 

 4.  Don't get hung up on the formatting. 

I've started blogs/websites several times, but never launch because I can't settle on the format.  It's what I do for a living, but this isn't supposed to be work, you know?  For example, I hate the default font for this thing.  Within 5 minutes of setting up the blog, I was looking for ways to change it.  Help!  STOP ME, PLEASE. 

 5.  Type longer sentences.  

Re-reading this stuff is going to eventually give you a seizure, or people will think you are incapable of forming complex thoughts. I know, right?  But it's not true. That's just how I think. I mean, if you put a few of the short sentences together in a meaningful way, sometimes that shit makes sense.  I'm just saying. 

 6.  It's my blog, I can talk to myself if I want to. 

I do it all the time, I exist in my head.  Are there people who don't do this?  I want to meet them. Actually, scratch that.  They're probably boring.

I'm sure we'll add more rules/goals/etc as time goes on, I think of crap like this in the shower.