They stuff my tummy with cotton ribbon everyday.

Or wet to dry dressing.

10.05.2014 new bedroom

10.01.2014 consider the cord cut


09.12.2014 rise and fall



Watching while feeding……..sometimes

Plagues and Pleasures on the Salton Sea

The Order of the Good Death

The King of Kong: A Fistful of Quarters

The Worst Witch



Washington state briefly and a little Oregon too.



01.14.2014 coast to coast those chandeliers make the same wall shadows

01.15.2014 Jess


01.16.2014 First time touching the Pacific Ocean (it was very cold).


01.16.2014 Columbia River at Astoria, Oregon

01.16.2014 someone named this place Cape Disappointment




01.20.2014 For my dad.

01.20.2014 I had no idea.

Only armed with a butterfly catching net and an empty bottle.

1. work on the words, you will feel better

2. say sorry about 60% less. more would be good, but let’s see if you can achieve this goal.

3. be more social

4. focus on the ghostmaker

5. get to 15 “real” push-ups, girl you can totally do this and more but let’s say 15.

(I am telling you this to hold myself accountable. hold me accountable.)


01.02.2014 ghost making

01.03.2014 this figure is almost done

12.26.2013 vermont

12.27.2013 G making lentils

12.27.2013 C is a hard worker 


You Know, We Could Die In Here. Just Saying.

09.28.2013 welcome to my nightmare

09.28.2013 faux fire


09.28.2013 moldy oldie (take it easy on him he has been sitting still for 20 plus years)


I went to my first Ren. Faire last weekend for my nephew’s birthday. I like the aesthetic and chaos. yes, yes, yes. I am intrigued by the man who can put fish hooks into his eyes and pull down. The faire is in the woods, it is a mix of dusty land and tall trees. The stages are hand painted (one stage’s name is “The Fish Monger” I like how it is built and painted).  There are rides that are only powered by humans and gravity. There is a moldy old torture museum. There are acrobats and jugglers who get to ply their trades for costumed visitors.

The saddest thing I saw was a young man in chain-mail with a giant backpack on who just looked so sad and upset. He had such a long face. Josh and I both felt a little heartbroken by it. This is his jam, what went wrong?