Monthly Archives: April 2005

Jack and I kept calling this tile octagonal, but then I finally really looked at it and it only has six sides. For some, that would be a sexagon.* *NSFW Check out that chair rail. When I stopped in at … Continue reading →

Just a few more links I’ve been hoarding The Pope’s blog [via Loud Liberal] Fluid Pudding is having her baby TODAY. Like, right now. Walking octopi [via The High Sign]

Here’s Hit Hotness running his vast empire by remote control. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, he really does walk around with a tape measure clipped to his belt. It’s the accessories that really say contractor. Behind him, Juan is finishing the … Continue reading →

In lieu of actual Kennedy content today I whipped up a batch of links from some of my favorite webbity-web boys, who are all FUNNY and CUTE! Palinode’s living will. Chase Me Ladies’ recreational sniping hoax part 1, part 2, … Continue reading →

Tuesday, driving Jackson and two of his friends to the zoo for a class field trip: Jason: Toilet mouth! Jackson: Toilet tongue! Jason: Toilet ears! Merrick: You’re a toilet head! Jackson: No, you’re a toilet head! *wild laughter* Me: Hey, … Continue reading →

Here you see our new kitchen. The previous owner escaped with the crappy fridge; Martín and Gaspar chucked the old stove into the Dumpster; and Jack gave the dishwasher to Martín as a present for his wife. The wall with … Continue reading →

Hey! It’s Cliched Photo Day. I took this one last month when Jack’s stepmom was visiting. The morning before she left we took her to Our Daily Bread on Santa Barbara Street, thinking that it would be a nice place … Continue reading →

We’re coming to the close of escrow on our condo — not the one I was freaking about, writing big checks and all, but another one that I freaked out about slightly less, having fully explored my ownership panic on … Continue reading →

There comes a time, apparently, when children begin to flagrantly, mockingly disregard their parents’ commands, and we are now living in that time. At the gas station, lo, my spawn did fuck with the pump until I yelled at him. … Continue reading →

As you might imagine, the last week has been a merry-go-round of puppy training, puppy sitting, and puppy molestation, with a healthy dose of NO! *whack* NO! Little Katiedoo has been chewing on everything: shoes and water bottles, chairs and … Continue reading →