Category Archives: months

February Twenty Nineteen

Snowmageddon. Snowpocalypse. Snowbruary? February was all about snow. Man did it snow. If I had to guess, we had about 18 inches total. Around here, that basically shuts everything down. This area is not equipped to handle snow. With the

February Twenty Nineteen

Snowmageddon. Snowpocalypse. Snowbruary? February was all about snow. Man did it snow. If I had to guess, we had about 18 inches total. Around here, that basically shuts everything down. This area is not equipped to handle snow. With the

January Twenty Nineteen

Normally I’m super stoked for a new year, a fresh start. But this year, not so much. It’s back to the same old, same old. Which explains why I was on Redfin yesterday checking out houses in Aliso Viejo. Brian’s

January Twenty Nineteen

Normally I’m super stoked for a new year, a fresh start. But this year, not so much. It’s back to the same old, same old. Which explains why I was on Redfin yesterday checking out houses in Aliso Viejo. Brian’s

December Twenty Eighteen

December was filled with: Everything Christmas, obvious. Family visits. Drag queens. Leavenworth. Bone spurs, legit ones. Musicals. Everything else. Talk about a busy month. I’m exhausted thinking about everything we did. And I never want to be that busy again.

December Twenty Eighteen

December was filled with: Everything Christmas, obvious. Family visits. Drag queens. Leavenworth. Bone spurs, legit ones. Musicals. Everything else. Talk about a busy month. I’m exhausted thinking about everything we did. And I never want to be that busy again.

November Twenty Eighteen

November shmovember. It felt like a slow month. It wasn’t. Maybe it felt slow since we finally got into our groove. There was no travel. There weren’t any birthdays. There was no pneumonia. Fucking pneumonia. Nothing special happened. Life was

November Twenty Eighteen

November shmovember. It felt like a slow month. It wasn’t. Maybe it felt slow since we finally got into our groove. There was no travel. There weren’t any birthdays. There was no pneumonia. Fucking pneumonia. Nothing special happened. Life was

Augtember Twenty Eighteen

This is going to be a loooong post. Like wiener dog long. Or Beethoven’s Ninth long. Or Catholic wedding long. I can keep coming up with long references but that would just make this post even longer. So let’s get

Augtember Twenty Eighteen

This is going to be a loooong post. Like wiener dog long. Or Beethoven’s Ninth long. Or Catholic wedding long. I can keep coming up with long references but that would just make this post even longer. So let’s get

July Twenty Eighteen

Another summer month down. Now if August can go as quickly as July—although not as hot, please—I’ll be a happy camper. I cannot wait until September for two reasons: cooler weather and school starts. Not in a I want the

July Twenty Eighteen

Another summer month down. Now if August can go as quickly as July—although not as hot, please—I’ll be a happy camper. I cannot wait until September for two reasons: cooler weather and school starts. Not in a I want the

June Twenty Eighteen

Let’s get right to it, June in pictures. Because it’s already July 18 and June is a distant memory. And, thank goodness. I’ve never been so happy for a month to end. Not that June was a bad month. Just

June Twenty Eighteen

Let’s get right to it, June in pictures. Because it’s already July 18 and June is a distant memory. And, thank goodness. I’ve never been so happy for a month to end. Not that June was a bad month. Just