when you want something beyond a dancing cockadoodle do

i am not a particularly forward person--yeah roll your eyes. i admit, like any true Cancer-Leo cusp i can be stubborn and argumentative. in my defense, i firmly believe that everyone has the right to their own beliefs. it's just i simply cannot abide stupidity and bigotry. i'm often surprised that people don't agree with me about things that just seem obvious.

but when it comes to talking about myself... not so much.  on the one hand, i'm a good listener. but on the other, i keep my cards close to the chest and most people at a distance. in this age of passive aggressive communication filled with "friends," "connections," and "buddies" at your fingertips, it is easy to let people float on the periphery of your life.

the equivalent to asking "hey, how are you?" -even with the obligatory "good, you?" - has become typing "look at this random-crazy-cat/wacky-baby video."  it doesn't even require a response.

speaking of, have you seen this dancing rooster?

apparently, he likes middle eastern music.

but what if you want to reach out to someone?
how do you break through the digital barrier?

gobbling traditions

gobbling traditions

ah, another turkey day come and gone! katrina and i attempted to pull off a rather nostalgic one.
while i ran around like the poor bird with its head cut off, cooking our "traditional" dishes to take ot marias-- i plied katy with pancakes, coffee, and the parade, and forced her to peel apples for me.



while making my kitchen a disaster zone, we managed to make a green bean casserole, mash potatoes, artichoke dip, and pieces of an apple pie, all with the parade and then dog show in the background. luckily jeff came and fetched us from my apartment, saving us from dragging our raw dishes and many bottles of wine around the city.

maria and jeff had invited several people over in true sitcom experience. and it was actually quite lovely.

just call me the extra head.


there were only minor disasters including
flames that ate off the top of the yams.


several feet of smoke, not caused by the fire but by the pie.


manhair.

luckily we managed to contain ourselvs and not all run off with the man hair .

a tragedy all on its own is why i continue to take crack pictures.
why???