Tag Archives: The Throbbings
The merry bells are jingling
The pug and I have been holed up in the master bedroom all day, knitting, catching up on television (namely the Doctor Who holiday specials), and sipping non-alcoholic drinks. Pajamas have not been removed but a sports bra was added. Last night’s holiday merriment, which started with my brother and I splitting several bottles ofContinue reading “The merry bells are jingling”
So I asked the Internet to trim my tree – Day 8 (@librarianearp, @unrealsnow, and @kindredwolf)
So I asked the Internet to trim my tree – Day 7 (@wonderfulone, @libscenester, and @mrsfridaynext)
So I asked the Internet to trim my tree – Day 6 (MIL, @shinyinfo, and @papersquared)
So I asked the Internet to trim my tree – Day 5 (@unixgoddesskate + @ashuping)
38::39
To celebrate my turning 29 for the 11th time, we held a small party here at Throbbing Manor last Saturday in which I invited close friends and new neighbors. The turn out was good, last person was kicked out shortly before 4 AM, we ate party left overs for days and I did not, unfortunately,Continue reading “38::39”
Morris Street Project: May 21, 2011
Happy Memorial weekend, or as we American’s like to think of it: Another weekend for us to light things on fire, drink copious amounts of bad beer and strut our painfully overweight bodies in clothing three sizes too small. TheHusband and I are getting ready to head out for own hedonistic fun, but wanted toContinue reading “Morris Street Project: May 21, 2011”
Morris Street Project: May 14, 2011
Morris Street Project, Week 9 Nothing earth shattering to report in the world of our gardens this week other than everything is blooming within an inch of its life after the recent rains, including all the fucking ivy and creepers that keep coming back though I seem to spend a gazillion hours pulling, chopping andContinue reading “Morris Street Project: May 14, 2011”
Morris Street Project: May 7, 2011
Morris Street Project, Week 8 At first I was going to comment that I wish I had some torrid or interesting tale to tell to accompany this entry when I realised that I already forgotten about Conversations With My Mother (part i), which events occurred over the weekend. Forgotten is probably not a good word,Continue reading “Morris Street Project: May 7, 2011”