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A bitter-sweet Sunday for a proud COW

It’s another lovely, southern California Sunday, at home with my Lovey. Our last, for a while. Mos refuses to acknowledge Father’s Day, and merely growls at The Commander when he attempts to snuggle him. He’s kind of  a shit like that. The Commander is a little behind schedule with breakfast; he’s always in charge of […]

O, The Places We’ll Go…

The Commander and I just came back from an epic, much-needed adventure in Utah. It was our first break together in nearly two years. We’ve had a few long weekends here and there, but not a proper getaway where “Vacation Commander” could come out. I’ve missed Vacation Commander. He’s a riot, and I haven’t seen […]

It’s not defeat, it’s just good sense.

Sometimes, I’m a little slow to accept things. Sometimes, I need a smack in the head. Literally. Many months back, I told myself that I was good with an easier pace of exercise. Yoga and longs walks on the beach are a far cry from my history of karate, Krav Maga, and MMA. I love […]

It’s A Mosiversary

He was advertised as a Shi-Zu, but he’s actually a Lhasa Apso. When I met him, Mos was malnourished, had a skin condition, a hernia, and was (and still is, apparently), allergic to life. Nevertheless, it was love at first sight. He was rescued from the streets of one of the Carolinas. His long hair […]

Tying up loose ends… Or, really, just one loose end.

For a few weeks there, all of my creative energy was being poured into all things “Wilbur”.  Blankets, booties, sweaters… But with the abrupt ending of my pregnancy came the immediate need to put away all things “Wilbur”, finished or not. I refocused my energies on a half-finished project from my pre-Wilbur days. A few […]

A Blanket of Grief

This Little Housewife has been neglectful, but for good reason. First, I found out I was pregnant. After the initial shock came delight, and lots of knitting. Then came weeks of intense nausea and fatigue. And excitement. Lots of excitement. The Commander dubbed the critter growing inside me “Wilbur” and was ready to run out […]

A Dolla Makes Me Holla!

Have you ever found yourself doing something really stupid, and thought “Hey, I better change my COA (that’s ‘Course Of Action’ for those of you not savvy with military speak) ASAP, before a very unpleasant and foreseeable outcome comes to pass”? Good. Me too. Earlier today, I was feeling bummed out and homesick, so I did […]