I am a domestic goddess…

Yes, Roseanne would be so proud. Clearly I still need to iron this little treasure, and pop it into a nice little frame to sit on my desk. It’s my first domestic project in a while – I don’t know what’s wrong with me! Last week I even listed a sewing machine on my Amazon wishlist (see link to the right!!!). And this weekend I baked banana bread and jambalaya. This may not be a big deal to most of you, but when you’re the type of person whose cooking skills mostly include being able to preheat a toaster oven to 450 F and open the box that contains your frozen pizza, cooking jambalaya is a bit of a stretch. But I’m not dead yet from food poisoning, so I guess it came out ok.

Arrrr…Iron Mary Flint be my Swash-Bucklin’ Pirate Name!

My pirate name is:
Iron Mary Flint

A pirate’s life isn’t easy; it takes a tough person. That’s okay with you, though, since you a tough person. Like the rock flint, you’re hard and sharp. But, also like flint, you’re easily chipped, and sparky. Arr!

Get your own pirate name from fidius.org.

Superbowl Sunday

Hottub + Green Apple Smirnoff Ice Malt Beverage + Smutty Friends = . . .

oh wait, my family reads this. Change that too:

1 lb Velveeta + 1 can chile + 1 medium onion + 1 small can chopped peppers = Trouble

Yeah, it was one of those weekends.

Here’s how I felt after dealing with private school brats and Satan’s personal minions, a.k.a. “cub scouts”, all weekend:

That’s no woman, that’s a MAN, man!

Bet you’re wondering what’s going on in the above picture, huh? From left-to-right, that’s Jessica, Mulva, and me. On Tuesday some friends from work and I went to Lips, a drag club in Hillcrest for dinner and a show. I’d never been to a drag club before but it was pretty fun – we got there entirely too early (we were expecting more traffic), so we had a few drinks before dinner. And drag queens can actually serve up some pretty good chow, let me tell you! There were two shows, which each consisted of a “hostess” and three drag queens who each lip-synched to a song and gave random people in the audiences lap dances. It was a very mixed crowd – people celebrating birthdays, a table of old ladies, and us. Not bad for a Tuesday night, eh?