Sounds like a "yes"

Lull in productivity...

In a serious funk...though, obviously, not too serious as to not post something, but in a funk nonetheless. No ganas to even crack open the box of markers. Sad day.

Horoscope

We Got Lucky

*Gasp* In-box!

Onions

Eleanor's Current RPM: 42

Eleanor's children send her spinning in her grave. Again. They were such decent, upstanding children, but oh my, see how low they have fallen--roller derby! And who could have foreseen that Nina would be such a bad influence?

Being Specific

From two consecutive conversations with Mama Jeanne and then Alicia--thank you, ladies.

We got a "dusting" (Becky is rolling her eyes and is detailing why 2.67 inches is not a dusting), recently, but nothing major. Universe, we I would like major. Snow. Now. Sometime within the next three months but not after April 1^st. With no casualties and the minimum of fender benders. Danke.

P.S. yes, Carl can get his determined self out of the ranch in just about anything under 3 ft. of snow. Determined, I tell you!

Recovering

What I mean to say by this is: thank god Christmas is over and we are headed into a new year. And I mean this in the most kindly-yet-glazed-over-still-recovering-from-Christmas sort of way.

Before this year closes, I want to thank my friends and family for their support and patience--very important since I've been a complete dingbat since I started the comic some three hundred and fifty something days ago. Special thanks to Celao for his particular close-to-home patience; Carl who offered me a monthly gig for extra practice; Alicia for technical advice and a life preserver in the sequential doldrums; Eliaz for helping me handle the multiple personality disorder known as Photoshop; and the lovely Harmonydawn for being my best friend and dispensing kick ass, sage spiritual advice and the best hugs ever.

Family photo time

Hey, it's December, aka: family photo time. Takes some organizational skills. Good thing Marcelo wants that job...

Oh, no. Wait, wait, wait. We can't use this for the Christmas card. One more time, guys, and smile this time, dang it!

Aw! That's better. Thanks guys!

Reporting From the Not-So-Rainy Northwest...

Side Effects of Therapy

My imagination has been taking some interesting turns this last year and it's been fun.

Sophie's Mural

I almost did document it, but I was on the warpath and couldn't stop for the camera. Sophie contributed actual art for this comic, however. Not wall art, but some well supervised, old fashioned crayon and paper art that she then allowed me to scan.

Only Sigourney Weaver gets to say that...

Estevan has difficulty pronouncing this but the other line he's memoriezed from 'Avatar' is: "Where are my g*dd*mn cigarettes? Guys, what's wrong with this picture?" Dad, between laugh attacks, asked if I'm thinking about censoring the movies Estevan watches...to which my inner smart ass replied that at least I don't let him watch Cheech and Chong.

Help me to accept the things that I cannot change...

Fuzzy Dice

I was completely surprised by the gift of fuzzy dice...man.

New Schedule

Harmony let me know of the philosophy of there being two kinds of people in life: those who have a zombie-plan and those who do not. I don't but Harmony says her zombie-plan includes me and my family, and I feel really safe knowing she's looking out for us. She didn't specify further.

Spilt Rice

Everyone, this is Brandy, my sister-in-law. I've been wanting to cartoon this for a year and a half. I'm not sure if she'll like this or not--but I've dressed her up in greens, her favorite color, and hope she doesn't mind much.

Note: my family sometimes calls me "9" and it has to do with how my name is pronounced. People get funny about the pronunciation and spend ridiculous amounts of time correcting each other. I've given up caring and answer to both "Ni-nah" and "Nee-nah".

Fence Climbing...

You bring up my childhood, or any subject relative within five degrees and my dad will trot out his collection of horror stories. I was apparently a hellion and the cause of the premature aging of at least five relatives. When I comment on my own children's falls, bruises or random acts of chaos, he rolls his eyes and says something about karma. I asked him recently what he'd done to karmicly deserve to raise a wild child like me and the subject got changed suddenly.

Intercultural Miscommunication

Celao Napoleon

News Report: Boxes

Moth

Carl J. Judson Sr. and Eleanor Meredith's wedding anniversary

My paternal grandparents were married 69 years ago. Today's date felt especially significant when my aunt mentioned this anniversary this morning. Not sure what either of them would think of being "chibied" but this is my favored way to honor dates these days...So, blessings to Carl and Eleanor, their children, grandchildren and great grandchildren!

8/9/10

Thinking about Jim Reidhead who once upon a time on 8/8/88 brought the significance of numerically aligned dates to my attention.

Amanda

Um...Alicia's nicer than Lucy, though.

Guerrilla Painter Girl!

"Africa" Song

Not a comic, really--just an acknowledgment of a passing event. We often find ourselves listening to Shakira when Celao checks out the noticias on TV...and we find ourselves humming along...and then dancing. Tevan has even started requesting the "Africa" song.