And the dead have risen.

Like that other zombie.
We have all recuperated from the evil plague that settled upon us as locusts.

Much time since then has been spent in quiet repose, thinking and dreaming.

Snippets of life:

Smallest child, crawling about the kitchen whilst chasing Jane the cat –
“Jane has a hole in her!”

While at a playdate (who in the seven names of hell came up with that term, anyway? Last bloody thing I want to think about is my daughter having a date….)
Oldest (wearing a neon green fedora): “Juliana and I are getting married!” Well, at least it’s legal in this state!

In case you didn’t notice, the google ads are gone. According to them, I did something wrong. They, however, do not actually tell you what it was that you did. Kinda like the US Government….
Anybody have any suggestions on alternate revenue producers? I don’t need much – just enough to pay for this hobby. And, no, I won’t do pay per post. Seems a perversion to me.


Bring out your dead…

Here at Casa Tattooed Psycho, the plague has settled in. Started a week ago with Oldest developing a cough that sounded something akin to a barking seal. By Saturday, Psycho Momia was down and out. Oldest drifts in and out of being sick, never leaving the barking cough behind. We’ve kept her out of school for the whole week. Amazingly, she hasn’t fought it at all. But then again, I don’t think she knows that she is on Vaca next week.
Youngest succumbed on Monday – she seems to have been the one whom is handling it the best. Just the occasional cough, and the perpetual running nose.
I lasted until Tuesday night, while at work, of course. Made me a cranky mofo, and I chewed out a noob who really didn’t deserve it. Sorry, Jeremy. I’m a dick when I’m sick. (shut up, you. I am not a dick all the time!) I’ve basically been a waste of oxygen since Wednesday morning.

On happier things – while we always say we aren’t going to “do” the Vday thing, we usually get something small for each other. Being as I was miserably sick for most of the week, I came up empty handed. However, Psycho Momia got me a sweet card, and a joyous piece of chocolate. I can’t wait to sink my teeth into it.


A Red Fire Flaming Chocolate Heart from Vosges Chocolates. I’ve had their excellent Bacon Bar, to much joy.

Sadly I must wait to enjoy it…