Thanks for all the lols, 2012

Holy cow, y’all. What a year. I mean really. Just a stupendous amount happened.

I started the year off in a beautiful new house, full of happiness and relief to be leaving the shittiest shithole that was ever shat in. Turns out I’ll be leaving the beautiful new house again much sooner than anticipated, but I’ll get into that later because it PERTAINS TO THE REST OF THE YEAR.

Next, I met the best person in the entire world, only I didn’t understand it right then and we wasted a bit of time “getting to know each other” and “being friends.” Pff, whatever. We’re totally shacking up together starting in February, so that’s what “taking things slow” gets you.

After/during all that, I adopted a cat, changed jobs, started actually dating previously stated love, had to give my cat away, was told our house was being sold, decided to move in with the fella, ate a lot of great food, met some great people, had some great parties, read some great books, saw a lot of movies [see “getting to know each other” and “being friends”], had some good naps.

After enjoying this year so much, I am enthusiastically looking forward to the next one, which I expect to be filled with much more of the same, only less of the “being friendly” and more of the “being in love.”

My friends had babies, got married, got engaged, got pregnant, got books published, broke up, lost family, lost friends, learned about themselves.

A million happy, sad, important little events occurred that make the time we spend here on Earth worth it. We re-elected our President! We landed a robot on Mars! We published books and learned more about our planet and inspired hundreds of thousands of people to do good things for each other simply because they should.

I love being human. I love my fellow humans. I wish all my planet-mates a safe, healthy, happy new year full of the very best ups and downs that life has to offer.

And hopefully a few more naps. One can never have too many, you know.


“If you keep a thing seven years, you are sure to find a use for it.”

Sir Walter Scott said that.

Let’s set the scene, shall we?  The year was 2005, the day: June 1st.  I packed my clothes, books, and any other random crap I thought I would need into my 1994 Nissan Sentra [attack seatbelts, no airbags] and shuffled my way down to Baltimore City for a grand adventure.

Seven years have passed, and oh my goodness, what a marvelous time I’ve had.

I’ve lost people, pets, cars, apartments.  I have made a million friends, fallen in and out of love [way too] many times, and gotten a stupid amount of self discovery accomplished.

You may think it’s silly, to celebrate an anniversary with a city, but I think you should always honor your great loves.

And so I honor Baltimore.  I feel pretty confident when I say that she’s found a use for me.  <3


Ain't nobody ruining that kid's day. (I love Baltimore so goddamn much)


So, I finally grew up and got my dream desk this weekend. It’s DELIGHTFUL. Also, enormous.

Achievement unlocked: dream desk.

It’s from Ikea! It tilts! And it’s got a broad, clean surface so I can sew and tinker and build things and destroy things and it is easy to clean [SUPER important] and I am just so happy I could burst.

Who else here has their grown-up dream desks set up? Whats your favorite part? Show me pictures!

Happy Things – June 2011 edition, y’all

My new niece, Eleanor!


new bras [it’s not TMI, it is a fact of LIFE, people.]
iced coffee beverages
pockets of wind on my walk to work.
pony tails
restaurants that give your dog a bowl of water when you’re eating out side.
sweet tea
bare feet
wall calendars
secret codes
alcohol swabs
sun spots
space [♥!]

Happy Things – On a Tumultuous Day…

It’s been an emotional day, and I think I’ve said all I want to say about it so far on my twitter. So let’s jump in with some Happy Things.


What else do you need, in the end?

It was time.

Attired to please herself: no gems of any kind
She wore, nor aught of borrowed gloss in Nature’s stead;
And, then her long, loose hair flung round her head
Fell carelessly behind.
~Publius Terentius Afer

I got my hair cut this weekend. All of them, actually. The story in photos after the jump.

Waterfall of Hair.
An idea of the size of the pony tail I was lugging around. [This was taken by my mother whilst I was getting my most recent tattoo. That’s right, my mom is That Cool.]

Pony Tail.
And that same pony tail in the hands of my hair stylist, Laura.

High off haircut endorphins!
A bit of the Crazy Eyes going on here. I WAS REALLY EXCITED.

Take me to your leader.
The Alien Invader portion of the day.

Laura is doing a final shoozsh of my hair. She was extra-happy to get to do some major chopping after so many small trims. She’s always said I’ve got enough hair for three people, and she kept exclaiming at the diameter of the pony tail once it had been cut [which took 3 passes of the scissors to get all the way through].

Ramona Flowers.
I’ve been calling this my “Ramona Flowers” ‘do. I wish I had a giant hammer to lug around! Photo credit: Tom Price, my pops.

All together, I donated 10+ inches to Locks of Love, which manufactures free hairpieces for children that are disadvantaged and suffering from medical conditions which cause them to lose their hair, such as alopecia areata and cancer treatments. I am extremely proud to have been able to help an organization whose sole purpose is lifting self esteem.

Happy Things – January times

Alright, let’s just dive right back in here with a Happy Things list!

new bed frames.
clean sheets.
smelly candles [but only cinnamon, vanilla, or eucalpytus spearmint.] [maybe sometimes gingerbread.] [chocolate is nice, too.]
snowman pencils.
wild hair.
small children that shake hands when being introduced.
calvin and hobbes.
brand new journals. [I have a journal problem.]
my dog. [he’s been huddling into a nest on my bed every morning when I leave for work.]
herd immunity. [whatever, you all knew I was a nerd.]
ramen noodles.
my kindle.
my family.
my friends.
cherry coke.
sweet-tea flavored vodka.
new tattoos:


you all. <3

Five Years in Baltimore.

People look at me funny when I say that Baltimore is my favorite city in the world – even above Paris. It’s true, though. I may have been raised in Delaware, but I am growing up in Baltimore. I am experiencing things here that I never could anywhere else. I am living on my own, making my own money, making my own way here. I am knowing wonderful, beautiful people who could never exist in another city in the world because that is what Baltimore does.

It gets inside you and makes you who you are. If I had to define myself without Baltimore, I don’t know if I would like who I would be.

Everyone needs to know a city that does that to them.

And here I have lived for five years. They have been, by far, the best five years of my entire life. and I know I am still young, and I have not been everywhere in the world, but I know that before I lived in this city I was sad until something made me happy, but here I am happy first and longest.

I look out my window and feel a surge of pleasure to see the rooftops and light posts and signs of Waverly and Charles Village in the distance.

Baltimore has its faults, for certain. High drug use, high STD infection, high gang-related deaths. But that in itself does not define the people inside. We are people. We are nurses and artists and doctors and writers and actors and lovers and haters and people with dreams. We are Baltimoreans. And anyone who looks at me funny for that can’t know what it is to be in love with a city.

I love you, Baltimore.

Happy Things April Showers [for which I hope you have an umbrella…]

Oh hi there. It seems this blog is quickly deteriorating into a HAPPY THINGS ALL THE TIME blog. I don’t have a problem with that, do you? I didn’t think so.

Carry on:

  • Forearm tattoos on the Facilities Fellas. [Lots of ex-navy here at the JHH.]
  • Fancy pudding in the cafeteria.
  • Time travel. [I really love it, guys. I love it so hard.]
  • Ice cream.
  • Calendars.
  • Discount Easter candy. [Malted-milk eggs, guys. Nuff said.]
  • Veronica Mars. [MYSTERY.]
  • Space. [I know I say this basically every time, but really truly, I want to marry space. We would have the most adorable nebula children.]
  • Pearl-pink nail polish.
  • Avatar, the last Airbender.
  • My beard.
  • White cotton sheets.
  • Cinnamon gum.
  • Thunderstorms.
  • Soup. [this one is Lisa’s fault for making me want soup at 9:00 on a Thursday morning.]

Alright, I’ve got some STUFF TO DO this weekend. Namely, Friday night, My pal Penny is flying in from Seattle and we are going to see GOGOL BORDELLO with Devotchka opening. I am terribly excited. It will be my third time seeing GB here in Balmer, and they have never disappointed me. Last time, Man Man opened for them, and it was one of the most amazing concert experiences of my life.

Blah blah someone gushing about music. Anyway.

I’ve joined a writing group, and my first meeting with them is on Sunday. I am excited and nervous! I need to write a one-page story, and I think I will ROCK THAT NOISE because my forte is short and sweet.

Well, there could be blood, so maybe not so sweet. Whevs.

Moving right along: I did a massive clothing purge last weekend with the help of Rosemary, and I am getting rid of two lawn and garden-size bags of clothing. This is in addition to the several garbage bags I got rid of in October. I think I’ll stick to an October/April purge schedule. Seems to keep my wardrobe in check nicely.

Wow, this got crazy boring. I’m wrapping it up now with a big bow of LOVE. Just for you. Don’t throw it away, now, I made it special.

And never brought to mind…

Insert obligatory year-end reflection post:

So, 2009 kind of rocked. And it kind of blew. Which is, really, what I like to see in a year. I don’t like all ups, because that means there will be too many downs later. I like a good mix.

A recap:

Lester went through his first bout of congestive heart failure, and gave me a few grey hairs in the process. Emergencies never occur at two o’clock in the afternoon on a Saturday, y’all. It’s always four in the morning when you stayed up too late to watch random crappy videos on the internet the night before.

Anyway, then he got better, or at least we figured out how to keep him sailing on in his little furry body.

My pal Penny came to town from Seattle to see our intrepid Commander in Chief step into office, and we had a fantastic week kicking around. I ate a million pounds of Pocky.

Then I went and visited my sister and brother-in-law in Portland. I had the most marvelous time kicking around in one of the nicest cities on the planet. Like, really nice. Like, if Baltimore and Los Angeles got into a fight, Portland would be around to make sure we didn’t kill each other and maybe make us cookies afterward. It was delightful.

Watchmen disappointed me, but it’s cool. I forgive you, Watchmen. You were a good movie and all, but I’ll take the book any day.

I met a dude, and we dated for a bit, and then we weren’t dating anymore, and it’s all gravy. It was basically the most casual thing in the world, and we’re both so laid back that it was pretty much just one day we were hanging out and then another we were seeing other people. Easy peasy.

H1N1 hit, and my work life got CRAZY. I worked some overtime, and made cookies [that’s how I cope] and I tried to keep my nurses sane. We got through it, obvs.

Then I had a birthday! It was lots and lots of fun, and my Dad and I spent that weekend driving all over Maryland for blacksmithing adventures. A delightful time was had by all.

My cousin got married! I had a quarter-life crisis! The world continued to spin unaided!

AND THEN SILAS WAS BORN. He is the cutest little blob of human that was EVER CREATED. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH I CANNOT STAND IT. I get to babysit for him on Saturday, y’all, and I cannot WAIT.

I had some strange dreams and went on Vacation. Garrett County is GORGEOUS, y’all, and I recommend it for a relaxing time away from reality. I WAS ON A BOAT.

Lester had an episode, but he’s fine now, too. I guess I’ll be on the lookout for those every six months or so. Crazy dog.

I did a guest post on Zaftig Chicks! My site traffic increased by maybe two people! Wooo!

And then Ina died, and it still kind of sneaks up on me every once in a while. I’ll listen to a song that we used to love, or someone will say something that reminds me of her so much that I sort of space out and lose it for a minute. There’s nothing in the world that can prepare you for something like that.

So, autumn kind of blew through in a haze of grief and sourness. I really tried not to be down, but when patients at work are insane and you’re working long hours and the sun is steadily creeping away, it’s tough.

And then Jesse and I helped that lady on the street, and things kind of… lifted. Maybe it was the rush of endorphins, or the knowledge that I did something right, or learning that there are other people in this messed up, glorious city that will stop what they are doing and pick you up off the sidewalk.

Whatever it was, I felt right again. I’m back in my own skin.

Then it snowed. A LOT. I hate snow. Then it melted, and then snowed this morning again, and I have a PARTY TONIGHT, dammit, and I refuse to kow-tow to the weather. IMMA PUT ON A FANCY DRESS AND LIVE IT UP.

So there.

Christmas was wonderful – I got to see my sister again and I missed her so much you have no idea. I got fabulous new toys [ipod touch omg omg omg] and drank some nog, and things are okay.

Tonight is going to be fantastic, and that’s just all there is to it.

I love you, Baltimore. The world is great, too, but Baltimore has my heart forever.