2005: Year in Review
Third annual edition! (2003, 2004)
In almost every way, 2005 was the best year yet:
Son: Owen James was born the morning of January 5, after just five hours in the hospital and two very pleasant rounds of epidural.He came out with 10 fingers and 10 toes and and a wrinkly, pissed-off expression. He was perfect. Life […]
No F-I? Eff You.
It’s very late. I’m trying to figure out how to get an f-i ligature in Photoshop but it’s so not happening.
Many freelance projects going on, which is fun, but I’ve got, like, designer’s block, or something. And those damned gingerbread/voodoo dolls at the top of this page are driving me batty.
But the fact that […]
In touch with my inner teenager
Despite having fifty billion things to do right now I’m wasting time on Myspace.com. Yes, the Friendster of 2005! You never know what casual acquaintance from high school you might run into! Very important. Must be listed.
Am starting to be pissed at all the people who AREN’T listed. I think it should be mandatory, […]
Safe return
Back in B-more, all unpacked, et cetera, boring, yadda, all that stuff.
We had a wonderful, supertastic, delishtabulous Christmas. I didn’t want it to end.
But that’s what Christmases do, they end, and then you come back and unpack your presents and go back to work and it’s OK, it’s the natural order of Christmases.
I […]
Best. Christmas. Ever.
180 degrees from Worst. Christmas. Ever.
See the pix.
Video [!] to come.
opening
White Christmas
OMFG!
Merry Christmas, every one
This week was just bonkers, man. Double deadlines at work, because of the holiday. Owen’s daycare Holiday Pageant. Last minute shopping. More last minute shopping because apparently you need to have courtesy gifts for people like your daycare staff. Staff parties in Ellicott City [which means crossing the beltway at rush hour! Fun for the […]
Homeblogging!
Quick guest post from my darling sister Katie:
***** Ahh it’s Katie! Holy crap! Okay so MB and Iain got here at like, one thirty I think. Owen is crazy cute but was making strange at first. He of course wanted to visit me first, I’m good with babies. There’s a cornicopia of prescription drugs […]
Hither, thither and yon
God. I think I’m a glutton for punishment. We’re going to try the eight-hours-one-way drive to Nana and Grandpa’s house starting tomorrow night after work.
Ach. Somebody liquor up my ‘nog, stat.
The end result will have been worth it, though.










