Have you got woman’s apparel, shoes, funky jewelry, belts that you want to get rid of? Let us take them as a donation towards ending breast cancer!

Your clothes and items will be donated to a fund-raising event for the
Susan G. Komen 3-Day for the Cure.

To find out how you can help, please email us at: austin_susangkomen_fundraiser@yahoo.com

More information about the 3-Day for the Cure, breast cancer, and what the Susan G. Komen Foundation does can be found at: http://www.the3day.org/

For a straight donation (and to sponsor me on my 60-mile walk this November) go to –> CLICK ME to DONATE to BON


On May 22, there will be an amazing Clothing Sale Event with woman’s apparel, shoes, accessories and things from local artists. There will also be a mammogram information table, and burlesque dancing.

This will all be happening at The Vortex, which is just a nifty space. !PLUS! Local repertory company = WIN.

Thing what are made of Awesome and Dude, WTF?


The Girl (a few days ago) describing a new baby delivering method prompted by my comments that it seemed to be “raining babies”. She said that we would have to put out mattresses and be ready with baskets to catch them when they bounced off the mattress.
“waaaaaaaaaaah BOING! wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

It is totally and absolutely gorgeous outside today.

Woke up to Mister Man curled around me and a kitteh on my feet, purring.

Things proceed apace. /sooper sekrit stuff

Cheese omelets. *nommety nom nom*

Steve the Lawn Mower Guy. Can’t. Stop. Giggling.

One of my long-term projects for Human Sexuality was/is a journal. I asked if I could use my online blog. “Sure!” he said, with nary a trace of the way. Heh heh heh. I’m at 40 pages and counting (and about halfway through). It’s gonna be a book. 🙂

Birds chirping, squirrels chattering and lawnmowers going on outside. There may as well be a huge Disney-esque musical number about how Spring Hath Arrived.

Brewed coffee at a moment’s notice. Thank you Keurig gods.

Random racy texts from Best Beloved.


Dude, WTF?

The snot-cement currently filling my head and sinuses. I *like* oxygen. I *like* breathing normally. /plaintive

My house, she is a slight disaster.

My cat is black. My front entry mat is black. The stairs end at the front entry. If cat is on mat, black on black,…well, bitch don’t be surprised if you get stepped on if you decide that obfuscating is fun.

OMG, what in the hell did I just hork up? *glares at Universe* I am NOT a cat. I shouldn’t need hairball meds! *grumbles*

I should never, ever walk into the Girl’s room unprepared. There was a shocked silence and a Look. Followed by her scrambling to hide the cups, plates and bowls that She. Isn’t. Supposed. To. HAVE IN HER ROOM!!!

There is an Evil Clown service you can hire to scare the crap out of your kid.

MS Word can also drop into an Elder God’s craw and I wouldn’t be sad. Nopenopenope.

Oh, FUCK YOU Microsoft. Thank goodness I know to back up my work every so often.

Yes. I make these rules about cleanliness and not eating in the bedroom for no reason other than to make you have to clean on a pretty day. It’s vewwy sad. Also? If you are reading instead of cleaning, then yes. It WILL take longer.

The shower curtain rod has decided that it no longer wishes to stay put while I take a shower. I refrained from setting it ablaze only by an act of supreme will.