hey, Dad!

It’s gorgeous and shiny, and looks like it could warm your feet and maybe also make you toast. It’s an Arvin, which (ever since Uncle Brian gave me his) is how I spell happiness between October and March.

I can no longer ignore the fact that…

this chicken… …is clearly becoming a muppet. A wee little muppet to adorn one’s flower beds– you’ll be hearing about it in the next issue of Better Homes and Gardens and from a disgruntled population… Read More →

dress or pets, round two

Please note the chicken has clearly fallen asleep, an underhanded maneuver for the victory.
But wait! It’s not in the bag for the chicken yet. Seconds before the buzzer, the dress gets serious:

Nothing in the world can go wrong…

Nothing in the world can go wrong when there are cupcakes in your refrigerator. That’s just science.

January

January makes me want to be quiet, monochromatic and do absolutely nothing.

squirrel and robot

It was time to knit mittens last month in fact, but ever since Santa brought my scientist a weather station of his very own, I’ve been privy to updates on near freezing temperatures, wind chill factor and the possibility of hard overnight frosts, all at hourly intervals. When I’m at work, sometimes these updates come by phone.

mystery solved

You know when you have a nagging mystery on your hands and you can’t think about anything else? Not smalltime stuff… I’m talking life’s big questions: “Who was responsible for the illegal-to-burn day… Read More →

these first few days after the holidays…

Yesterday, I would have told you I never wanted to see another glass of wine, another piece of fudge, or one more knitting project that had to be tied with a bow on deadline. Then came today: it’s white and foggy and quiet, I woke up hungry, and I’m ready to make things.

Merry Christmas!!

Straight from the Six Orange Carrots holiday bunker, we bring you the very best of holiday wishes, news of a heroic amount of eggnog consumption, and the proud debut of my incessant mocking of the Great Hermes and Esteban Reprieve of 2009.

in which I am too aggressive during the holidays

To the owner of the problematically male chicken in Santa Rosa, I saw your add on craigslist, and sympathize with your predicament. Your rooster sounds cute and safety-minded, and I am acquainted with… Read More →