messy circus chaos

As my family circus has grown I forget sometimes just how loud and messy and chaotic we can be.

And then I remember.

I tipped our server well because we are sometimes a loud, messy chaos.

But we are fun because of the chaos. At least we think so.

Celebrating tonight, minus one circus clown, the eve of another birthday.


no tricks and different treats

Ah, teenagers!

For so many reasons, Daniel just was not feeling Halloween; and like so much that is right now my youngest child, my only son as a teenager, I just wasn’t sure how to feel about it all. But rather than wallow in the sadness and melancholic feels that come when your babies grow up I decided to punt because any mom of teens knows that is what you do a lot when you’re raising up these teens.

That doesn’t mean that there was no candy.

Ya gotta have candy…it’s Halloween.

But for something completely different, tourists were our chosen costumes.

Tourists in San Francisco.

As touristy as we wanted to be all day long!

Perfect day in the City by the Bay.

I’m a damn good punter.

Meanwhile, the grand ghouls represented the Family Circus well in the Trick or Treat trenches

…as Marceline, the Vampire Queen from Adventure Time…

…and Dorothy Gale.

photo dump: the wedding edition

I know I have been rather coy about my sister’s wedding, especially about my bridesmaid dress. Then I teased a little, and a little more. Then I got all secretive because it’s the code. But I did offer a little peek. And then…nothing because of lame excuses like back to school and moving a child to college far from home and selfies and PTA rejects and a new tattoo and life.

But, at last, one month later.

Rehearsal because you need to practice.

But before it gets TOO boring…

strike a pose…

or two.

And share hugs.

And eat and drink because the next day Ange and Matt are getting married!

But first we need to get the bridal party ready.


But first let’s strike a few poses…

And melt because it is hotter than balls…even if we aren’t wearing literally 14 layers of tulle, which I imagine is almost as hot as menopausal hot flashes that soak your hair and dress while posing in the hotter than balls sunshine…then again I’m not sure because I have never, ever worn 14 layers of tulle.

Wait. One more pose.

You know, on Pinterest this seemed like a really good idea…

Okay, time to get this party started. The officiant is here and he likes to start on time.


Bridesmaid badge unlocked.

And my sister is a Mrs….soon to be Dr. Mrs

Definitely something worth celebrating with cake.

As soon as they slice it up.

Beautiful adventure. Beautiful day. Beautiful Mr. and Mrs.

Thank you little sister and brother in law for sharing it all with my beautiful family.

I still never get over the fact that I had a part in all this beautiful-ness that is my family…and this picture reminds me of that again.

because it’s the code

Bro code…girl code…what happens in Vegas code…

So then it would follow that there is a bridesmaids code?

There totally should be.

Mother and half my daughters thought so.

Don’t judge the bitch resting face…bridesmaid code people. I look hot!

Besides, sisters prove thatI I can break out a smile…aren’t they incredibly lovely? They are.

So, you want all the details of our night of bridesmaids-bachelorette debauchery in Seattle?

Well, the pregame view was good.

The street views were even better.

complete with rainbows…

and so many unicorn things!

I could tell you so much more about our night of debauchery in Seattle.

I could but the code you know…I must respect the code.

Trust me, it was a good night of bachelorette debauchery and shenanigans. You manage to drink Unicorn Tears and get the piano bar guy to sing Milkshake you know it is a good night.


Oh, and when you get the piano bar guys at Keys on Main to give a shout out to the flower girls not there, you know it was all good.

That’s all because it’s the code, the bridesmaid code.

sharing, in moderation

If there is one thing that I enjoy while taking a break is a coke, actually a Coke Zero.

Can you blame me especially when my darling husband adds this bottle to my lunch for work? I’d gladly share but my man has never been known to drink a coke. It’s okay. Still, I would gladly share with anyone:

With Lakisha,





or Isaac…

perhaps even Brittany and Matthew…

then again, maybe not because I would much rather share a coke with Daniel!

Sure it’s not the best thing for me. The two people wearing ER scrubs in line behind me at the hospital cafeteria made it clear just how bad that soda was for me as they loudly passively aggressively congratulated themselves for giving up the evil that is soda while completely ignoring their plates with giant mounds of greasy fries and onion rings. Yes indeed, the soda is a bad, bad thing. The artificial sweetener might give me cancer…if I consume as proportionately as much as a lab rat does. Oh, and the caffeine too although I make no apologies for one Coke Zero during a 12 hour night shift because I do need the caffeine to get through the busy night. One could go on, and perhaps be as colorful as Greg Glassman was recently. Even Daniel understands this as he reads the nutrition label out loud to me.  But he also understands moderation when it comes to diet and sharing mom’s Coke Zero with his name on it is really okay…as long as it is not a daily kind of thing.

Come on, it’s fun…especially when you get to share.

Most certainly when you get to share one with someone who isn’t expecting to ever find their name on a bottle of Coke. Hurray and thank you for my coke connections!

Sharing is caring, y’all…in moderation, but of course!