My Little Cockatiel

Here is a fun-fact about my husband: he has hair like an animal pelt.  Thick and lush and ridiculous.  It's so thick that it is in the habit of performing gravity-defying feats on a regular basis, to the point where I affectionately call him "my little cockatiel".

Somehow or another this came up in conversation with my mother today, and she was so amused by the mental image that she demanded an illustration.  So here you go, Mom- your son in law the cockatiel:

Long-suffering cockatiel, that is.

Happy Birthday, Isis

Today my dog turned one.  Good job, Isis!  Way to not eat anything too poisonous in your short little lifetime!

She is mostly a pink dog.

Being Brave

I've made a decision about my life.  And it's a scary one.  Scarier than the slackline on Saturday was, and with fewer safety measures:

don'tfalldon'tfalldon'tfall

I will talk more about this decision in the new year.  Right now I'm still trying to remember to breathe.

Dressing Up Like Me

Lara and I had plans for today- plans that involved crafting.  But first we needed to buy some containers, so we went down to the relatively-nearby outlet mall and... did not buy containers.  Although we did spend like four hours there.  As I said at one point,

"You know, for a couple of girls who don't really like to shop, we sure are doing a lot of it!"

It started innocently enough- there were several outdoor clothing stores, and Nathan needed a new coat, so I went looking for one. And found it.  And then one store led to the next and somehow I ended up buying new work clothes for me... not to mention candles!  Ack, it was insane...

But what makes me so happy about my little spending spree (and believe me- me spending money on stuff like clothing is such a rarity that Nathan actually encourages me to go do it) is that I finally have a few outfits to wear to work that make me feel like me.  For the past ten years, whenever I've had to buy work clothes I've said to myself, "What would [insert friend-with-office-job's-name here] wear?" and based my purchases upon whatever answers my brain answered.  Now, this method has served me well for a decade, but it has also resulted in me feeling like not-me while wearing work clothes, which in turn leads to resentment and sullenness.

But now, gentle readers, there is this outfit:

I always feel better in my knee-high doc martens.

Rolling with Rocks

Tonight we went and saw the Reel Rock Tour 7 at Kiggins, followed by an after-party at the Source.  Good times, good times!  I was so inspired by the lady-climbers in that movie (and so hopped up on adrenaline) that I pretty much sprinted to the top of a 5.10- as soon as we got to the gym.  I'd say my ankle is finally, finally back up to snuff.

Pardon me whilst I do a jig.  Because I can.

And after that I attempted the slackline- attempted and failed, but hey- it was fun!  And afterwards one of the little girls who is a member at the gym (and is a very good climber, actually) came up to me and said, "You did really well!" in an encouraging voice.  It was so sweet.

The other exciting part about tonight was that Nathan's photography is being featured at the Source.  Woo, first public exhibition!  Who knows- we might even get a sale out of it!  Speaking of which, go look at his shiny new site, where you too may buy Nathan-prints of your very own.

Happiness in an Overflowing Couch

Lara and Chris and Moose are here- hooray!

Couch for eight?  Why not!

(Our couch is crowded, but happy)

Doing the Best You Can With What's Been Broken

I think it is fairly well established that, in the Buffyverse, Willow is my favorite.  We have stuff in common.

Yesterday the new Willow miniseries hit shelves, and of course I scooped it up.  Thus today we have doodles like this:

(She's levitating, not just standing weird.)