Flotsam and Jetsam

by angeliska on January 31, 2006

I was working in my garden the other day and accidentally unearthed this little friend: knotty, knotty little snakey! Some things: ✶ I made kombucha tea. ✶ If you want to come to yoga class with me, it’s bring a (…)

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Bonne Anniversaire Francesca!

by angeliska on January 27, 2006

A Birthday For Frances! I feel I must take this moment to celebrate the whelping of one of my oldest and dearest friends, . We’ve been friends since before we had armpit hair. That’s fourteen years of friendship, ya’ll! Damn! (…)

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In Memoriam

by angeliska on January 25, 2006

Pandora Aurora Rose (Katherine Jeanine Hastings) July 22nd 1975 – January 25th 2005 It’s hard to believe it’s been a full year since the day you died. I’m back in the town where it happened, and everything has changed but (…)

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Whelpingness

by angeliska on January 16, 2006

Frolicking in confetti even though it’s not snow.. Hijinks with Mister Wiggins. The loveliest cakes made by the loveliest ladies. And my sword, to cut with and also for slaying the piñata samurai. Edible flowers and many colorful and flavorful (…)

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Come one, come all..

by angeliska on January 8, 2006

Ta Da! You are invited to my Birthday Party! 3:00 pm at Jason F. Austin’s own personal wonderland! It’s a Potluck Picnic- so please bring your favorite comestibles and libations. Featuring the excitement of: Trampoline! Big Giant Boat! Mudwrestling Pit! (…)

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La Nouvelle Année

by angeliska on January 8, 2006

This time, we started it out right. I stopped believing in New Year’s extravaganza parties some time ago. It’s never like you hope it will be- the champagne bombs (sham pain for my real friends, real pain for my sham (…)

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send me your flowers of your december

by angeliska on January 2, 2006

Now that the carnage and carnival of holyholyholy days are past, I can stop for a moment, catch pepperminted breath, hide the trimmings, the sparkling gussies in the attic and pretend it’s just a very grey spring. One day it (…)

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