Cass, keep us updated on the nephlet, please. Poor noodle! And poor you!

The other night Ms Santa will be Mistress Matisse, a well-known professional domme, who has a weekly column in the local alternative paper and a blog I've been reading for about a year.

I buy my rope from one of her poly partners (Twisted Monk). I've read her blog, too, and it *almost* makes me want to be a pro-domme.

I was like "....are you kidding me?!? I can't even compare!"

Pfft. You are SO wrong. I think she's taller than you (unless she's wearing heels in her pictures), but -- no. You have an EXCESS of smoking hotness, chickie.

ION, I didn't puke at any time during or after Thanksgiving festivities, nor did any of my family. Now I feel like I'm in the minority.

Moving Countdown: t minus 6 days. Holy crap, it will NEVER get done. NEVER. I bought this bathroom cabinet and put it together (with 2 people helping) last night: [link] It should take care of the lack of a linen closet. (At least, for *my* toiletries and sundries....)

Most of the carpet is up, and the cat boxes have been moved to the basement and the cats have been bribed with catnip. The Boy's furniture that can be tossed out of the curb has been tossed out (all except one behemoth), and chaos still reigns.

And yet, I have to move in 6 days. (Cue hysterical laughter.)

Cass, how very scary! I'm glad the noggin is fine. Much bone and trauma~ma to nephlet.

Wow, lot of moving going on! Safe and Sane moving~ma, Steph!

Cass, how scary!! I'm glad things are not any worse.

And my makeup was sort of Evil Domme Geisha, which was great fun, and went well with the Deep Booming Voice Of Command and general air of Do Not Fuck With Me.

I really don't like A Christmas Carol, but I would have paid good money to see this. That's sounds wonderful!!

Teppy, all kinds of moving~ma. Moving can be extremely stressful all on its own and when a Major Life Change (like moving in with a Boy!) comes along with it, the stress increases exponentially. Be sure to take some time out for you and to take care of yourself.

What are some great songs I should include on a "Parenting" mix for my brother and SIL?

Two of my favorites from when Ellie was a baby were Paul Simon's "Born at the Right Time" and "You Are My Joy" by Reindeer Section. The later isn't really about babies - it's pretty clearly about a romantic relationship, but Ellie gave me so much joy in the first few weeks of her life that I overlooked that part.

Also, iTunes has an album by Sherry Goffin Kondor called Mellow My Baby. It's all lullaby type songs. Just listening to any part of it instantly transports me back to nursing Ellie to sleep in our bedroom in North Carolina. My favorite song from there is the one called "Dreamland". Oh, and "Lullaby for a Stormy Night" by Vienna Teng, although I love all the music on that album.

I don't know if that last bunch is for parents or for kids. It's all music that reminds me of being a parent, but it may not be what you are looking for.

Wonderful! Thank you, Stephanie and Jessica. I've got about 15 songs now.

vw, if I'm right in my recollection that your brother is Christian, I'd recommend Rich Mullins' "Let Mercy Lead."

{{Cass & nephlet}} ::passes bubble-wrap too, for good measure. And quick-healing ~ma. Also for Daniel's Ray.

We're home! we left Ohio (and snow) last night at 7pm and got back here at 1:30 am; it was a pretty drive, actually. We're wiped. But Iris slept the entire way, we didn't need to stop every hour for a potty run, and, well... we're home! To find something like 500 posts in Bitches - I need someone to meara for me - too tired to mzzzzzz...

Why must the Disney people be such a pain? Why?

Because it's Disney?

ION, I went out last night to the neighborhood bar, cause I had to get out of the house. Where I met about 7 lovely Irish folk. Hung out and drank with them for the rest of the night, understood about every 3rd word, except for one guy, and then I understood about every 19th word.

Let's just say I joined the Thanksgiving barf brigade. Euch. I never get sick from drinking. I blame the Irish. I just got up, having successfully slept off most of my hangover.

It was quite a fun night, except for the last 1/2 hour of it. Euch, again, I say!

As long as there is a bar near the hotel in Toronto I might be able to avoid climbing a clock tower with a bolt action rifle.