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Marital Mondays: Publish or Perish

For one of our four indoor date nights last week, we played Star Wars Epic Duels, and I loved it! That’s because I whipped Hannibal’s booty at it. Emperor Palpatine was my dude! My favorite thing about this table top board game is that I didn’t have to know a lick about Star Wars — just good old strategy.

The night was reminiscent of our first date, where we played Pente (my favorite game ever on the planet). I beat him at that, too. Then I used my eyelashes and bargaining skills to bribe him when Scrabble wasn’t going my way. Good times.

Our relationship was built on a foundation of sweat, spirit, smiles, and sex. We work hard, but when we take the night off, we play. Our current schedule has us working three nights out of the week, and connecting (on many levels) for the other four. I usually design and blog on work nights, and Hannibal writes and promotes himself at the same time.

I’m really proud of his publishing push this year. He has released The Crown: Ascension (sci-fi) as an e-book with new bonus chapters. His sci-fi prison thriller, Faraway, is also now available in e-format. Hannibal is the 2012 Top Cow Talent Hunt winner, and his work has been published in Steamfunk, an Anthology.

 He is on a publishing mission — currently writing the sequel to Stranger Comics’ Dusu: The Path of the Ancient. Planning pays. That’s novels, comic books, and anthologies all in the first three months of the year. Oh, he writes poetry, too. Okay, I’ll stop bragging. I just thought I’d take a moment to show my support.

 

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Thematic Thursdays: Mid-Century Modern


I’m stuck on mid-century modern furniture right now.

 

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Thematic Thursdays: The FAQs Are These

So, I was supposed to write a blog about this whole Too Short drama last night, but instead of devoting my time to a self-serving nut job, I typed a long Facebook response message to a friend. She was interested in what I’m doing with Fuss in homeschool, so that she can implement those things with her son.

I spent my writing time detailing Fuss’ current daily rhythm, and answering a slew of questions about her son’s development. I won’t put all of her child’s business in the streets, because that is irrelevant. What I will note is that her message was one of MANY emails, chats, text messages, etc. regarding what’s happening with my kids.

WAHMs (Work at Home Moms) have to stick together, because where one of us has a lot of tools the other may be lacking and vice versa. It is through sharing that our kids really benefit, and shoot this woman has cute sons. My daughters may want husbands some day. 😉

I decided to add a FAQ (frequently asked questions) section to this blog, which you’ll now find in the navigation bar at the top. Does this mean you have to stop emailing me and messaging me? Absolutely not!! I enjoy our interactions immensely. This is just a place where you can go to obtain some of my tips, tricks, links, and trinkets for use with your little one.

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Marital Mondays: Black Love Day Nostalgia

Today is Black Love Day. No, I’m not making that up. Another woman did. It is a day to focus on love and unity in the family and the community — not to buy Hallmark cards and candy (no offense if that’s your thing). Hannibal is off today. Don’t freak out, you didn’t miss a national holiday. Black Love Day is relatively young. He took a floating holiday, or personal time off, or whatever nine-to-fivers take when they stay home and aren’t sick.

Our community commitment will likely be displayed by attending the Pan-African Film Festival, but our project today will bond the two of us in a unique way. Hannibal has a lot of toys and comic books. He generally keeps just about everything — receipts from 2001, stuffed animals from childhood, promotional CDs from random artists, business cards — all of it. He’s obsessed with keeping things. I, on the other hand, purge constantly. I organize. I fight to keep an environment free of clutter. I input the data from business cards and then toss the cards. CDs go into iTunes and then to the recycling bin. I’m obsessed with keeping stuff neat. We both have the same illness, though. I really have a stronger tendency towards keeping everything, so I fight that urge by throwing everything away. I vaguely remember trying to address this with a scrapbooking hobby, which I also never have time for any more.

This didn’t dawn on me, again, until I was on a website that featured toys from the eighties. I saw these plastic junk charm necklaces that my sister and I used to collect religiously. I had to scour the net for one, so I went straight to Ebay. The tacky small collections of radio and sunglasses charms and Coke bottles charms that I used to get out of bubble-gum machines for a quarter were going for a whopping sixty bucks! I couldn’t believe it. I totally still contemplated which of my kid’s shoes I could pawn to get one of those necklaces.

It was the nostalgia of it. The picture of it alone brought back so many feelings and memories. I remembered Baby Sitters Club books resting on my stuffed gremlin, Gizmo. “Baby Skates,” a doll that showed off less than stellar derby moves rolled through my mind. Then there were Ring Pops and Kissing Koolers and jellies shoes! Oh, and my Gameboy (I still have that, actually, but I never play it).

When my house burned down in the sixth grade, all of these memories went up in smoke with it. I was devastated, but didn’t really realize what I’d lost until right now — well a few weeks ago. I mean I cried at the time, but at eleven years old, I just didn’t understand the magnitude. Nothing would ever be the same. As a result, I didn’t form attachments to things very much. Throwing stuff away meant nothing. I’d lost it all before. Couple the house fire with the fact that my father was a hoarder (he’s actually recovering), and you have the prime set up for my OCD ass!

The problem is, I went to Hannibal, with that crazed look in my eyes, a few weeks ago and said, “I want to start collecting eighties toys!”

He didn’t have a problem with it. He actually dove into the conversation with, “Ooh! Which eighties toys?”

“All of them!” I responded in my best Brain voice from Pinky and the Brain. He laughed at the thought, but was excited that we shared a common interest. We sat and talked for two hours about how the toys made us feel and why. I think it was the first time I almost saw him cry (It didn’t happen, though, his eyes just water when he gets excited about a point). Eventually, we came back to reality and recognized that we can’t house the eighties in a three bedroom living situation. Moreover, we don’t play with, look at, or have time for the stuff we do have. We don’t even have anywhere to display it. We are saving for another piece of property now and spending on a childhood museum wouldn’t make sense.

Enter our idea: Since the pictures alone bring out such emotion, why not take pictures and/or print pictures of all the things we want to hold onto, and only keep physical versions of the most precious things (like the Transformers collection, The Transmetropolitan collection of comics [which even I love], my Gizmo plush, etc.).

We’re going to use a large canvas and Mod Podge to adhere the pictures. Then we can embellish with paint and actual tiny toys, CDs, glitter and anything eighties we can find that fits our aesthetic. Our eighties artwork masterpiece can hang in our hallway for us to drool at whenever we like. Hannibal LOVED the idea, and keeps reminding me about it (he even wants to sell large amounts of toys and comic books from his storage on Ebay) so we decided to do the art project today. We can talk and laugh and remember together.

If it gets finished today, then part two of this blog will post this evening with pictures of the piece. If not, I’ll post it next Monday.

P.S. Remember these?

Alright, peace, I’m about to go print my Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. 🙂

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Workin’ Wednesdays: Chris Sacca

This is who I’m studying right now for “work” purposes.  He was 2 million dollars in debt and turned his life around.  He’s wrong more often than he’s right, but when he’s right (investing in companies like Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, and Kickstarter), he makes millions.  He’s a venture capitalist.

Source: Revision3

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