This is feigned excitement for the donuts but true excitement for Sydney. Her face says it all
Chiconky
Sometimes your mind gets away from you
Wednesday, May 24, 2023
Sydney turned 13!
This is feigned excitement for the donuts but true excitement for Sydney. Her face says it all
Saturday, May 13, 2023
When in doubt
Monday, April 24, 2023
The Return of MonkeyMan
Thursday, April 20, 2023
Floor update!
Okay. After my meltdown, C figured out where the leak was coming from, fixed it, repainted all the walls (which is awesome because that's an upgrade too) and we officially have floors! Also you can't see our TV from the street anymore which, interestingly, has cut down on street foot traffic...
Averson, in true Averson fashion, found the silver lining and immediately she and Sydney started painting the subfloor. I love knowing these little time capsules are under there
Thursday, March 30, 2023
I give up
Tuesday, March 28, 2023
Happy Birthday, Mom
Today was my mom’s birthday and I wanted to mark it by making pineapple upside down cake. It was her favorite, and it always reminds me of her. But of course my day fell to shit and I got home way later than I meant to so rather than eat cake at midnight I thought “I’ll make mini cakes!”
Spoiler alert: They definitely cool faster but mini pineapple upside down cakes? They look an awful lot like perky little boobs. So that was festive!
Wednesday, March 15, 2023
Be Prepared
I was walking through one of our client houses the other day, and noticed that one of the clients had this beautiful case of retractable, muted color pens. I wish I had a better way to describe the color, because it was what really drew me to it. They weren't pastel, or candy colored, or neon. They were these rich gorgeous almost nature colored purples and greens and muted pinks. I'm a sucker for a good art supply, so I commented on it and asked if they were as awesome as they looked.
The client enthusiastically said they were and then offered to let me try one! I looked around for a piece of paper, and they opened their journal to let me write in there. THEY. OPENED. THEIR. JOURNAL. Their TREATMENT JOURNAL. Suddenly this silly little interaction felt enormously monumental. I simultaneously could not decline to write in their journal, but was also paralyzed with "what the hell should I write in here?!" My go to for testing pens is a heart and the word "Love" because it has so many delightful swoops. I started the heart and then panicked. I can't write "Love" in a kid's journal! But I'd already done the heart (in a lovely mauve ink). I quickly pivoted from "Love" to "Believe," which I feel like was the best choice possible. I hope. Pretty sure it at least won't get any weird looks or grievances.
It's three days later and I'm still neurotically thinking about it. So PSA. Have a plan (or a scrap of paper) before you complement someone's pens.