I like pretty sparkly things.

Casablanca Bracelet

Our family Christmas pictures are coming up, and I got a cute dress at Target, but it needs a cool necklace.

And then my sister asked me to host a Stella & Dot trunk show.

And then I found this necklace.

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Gorgeous, right? It’s totally perfect. I’m in love.

Stella & Dot has tons of beautiful accessories. Not just jewelry. Bags, wallets, scarves, all kinds of stuff.

Let me be frank. I want that necklace. You want one of these beautiful pieces. So let’s just cut to the chase.

Click here to shop for pretty stuff from Stella & Dot.

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My little gif celebs

The boys are internet famous!

They’re on FunnyorDie.com!

They’re on Giphy!

I mean, this isn’t the first time this video has made the rounds. A couple of years ago, the whole video made me a tidy sum on YouTube when Yahoo Japan picked it up.


So fun!

(Thanks to my friend Barbie for finding the Funny or Die link.)

More Halloween festivities

When did Halloween get to be such a long, drawn-out holiday? When I was a kid, it lasted one night. Maybe two days total if it fell on a weekend. (Yeah, yeah, get off my lawn and all that.)

We did Boo at the Zoo a week ago, and then this past Saturday night was Ghost in the Oaks. Both really fun events, but yesterday there was a neighborhood party and the boys were just like, ENOUGH ALREADY. Plus it was 85 degrees, and who wants to wear polyester costumes with fake muscles in that kind of heat? Not my kids.

I don’t mean to sound too grumpy. After all, stealing the boys’ Halloween candy is a sport at this time of year. It’s my hobby. It brings joy to my life. And the more events we go to, the more Smarties and Snickers to steal.

Some pics from Ghost in the Oaks:

And a time lapse video of the Scrambler. SO FAST!

Stinky the cat


4545058363_4b480ee75e_bI got Stinky in Spring 1998. That was a long time ago. I was still in college. My dad was still alive. It was the ’90s, for goodness sake. I named her Isabel, actually, but somehow her name evolved from Isabel to Isa-smell to Stinky-smell, to plain old Stinky.

When I got her, she was tiny. So tiny she could barely climb over the lip into her litter box. My roommate Ann had an Italian greyhound that would carry her around by her head. I mean, he would put her entire head in his mouth and carry her around. She seemed to enjoy it, or maybe she was playing possum. Hmm.

384991769_45125c7646_bShe came with me when I moved in with my mom after my dad died, she moved with me to New Orleans in 2000, and basically has been a part of my life for a long, long time.

Stinky wasn’t a particularly loveable cat, I’ll just go ahead and say it now. (Maybe kittenhood trauma from being carried around by her head?) If I wasn’t around, she was likely to hiss and moan at you, and possibly swat at you. It got harder and harder to find someone to feed her when I traveled. Even my cat-loving friends were a bit frightened of her.

7189666213_75c470a845_kThere were six people on Earth she didn’t hiss at loved. Me. Kristina. George. And Linus, Oliver, and Miles. We’d always warned the boys not to pet her, because we were never sure if she’d decide she’d had enough and suddenly take a bite of whoever was petting her. But she was always calm around them. She never swiped at them, never hissed at them. I think she felt protective of them and loved them in her own way.

6173738687_43ede91637_bSixteen years and seven months is a long time for a cat to be alive. Over the past few years, we’d noticed she was slowing down. Going up and down the stairs was getting more difficult. And in the past months, her decline was a little more dramatic. She wasn’t grooming herself. She wasn’t using the litter box, she wasn’t eating very much. After a lot of soul-searching and agonizing, George and I decided to put her down, so she wouldn’t suffer any longer. It was the hardest decision I’ve ever had to make.

One of the questions I was told to ask myself was, “is she acting like she did when she was younger?” which, for Stinky, was a really hard question. Stinky was never a particularly playful cat. But I knew things were bad when I got her a catnip toy and she just listlessly sniffed at it, then pushed it away. Catnip would always get her in the past.


It’s weird not to have her around anymore. She’s been part of my environment for so long. Not seeing her curled up in a pile of dirty laundry or on a pillow she’d co-opted is weird. Not dodging piles of cat barf is welcome, but also kind of strange. It’s odd to think I won’t have to hide my toes under a blanket when I’m reading on the sofa now. And we won’t have to worry about cords getting chewed on or water glasses being drunk out of.

The end was sad, but very peaceful. I had a little photo shoot with her yesterday before we headed to the vet. She was such a beautiful cat, but I don’t have a ton of photos of her because it’s hard to photograph black cats.

Rest In Peace, Isabel (better known as Stinky)
March 15, 1998 – October 24, 2014