May 152014

I completely forgot to take a picture of the baby blanket I made for my grandson, but my daughter sent me a picture of him wrapped up in it.

So cute!

It’s just a simple sc and dc rectangle made with variegated Baby-Baby color Bernat. I added V’s to make it a little cooler since he was born in the spring. I like to try to take pictures of everything I make though so I don’t forget what I’ve already done.

Used Baby Blanket - Zander


I made sure to warn my daughter when I gave her the blanket that it was used. While I was making it, Mister Underfoot decided that it was his and it was big enough for him, so I could stop right then! He tried to keep me from working on it by sleeping in the middle of it and turning himself into a sack of rocks when I tried to move him so I could turn it.

Used Baby Blanket - Mister Underfoot

Kitty tested. Kitty approved.

May 092014

At 5:17am this morning an 8lb 8oz bundle of cuteness with lungs like an opera singer was born. I am now officially old… I mean I am now a grandmother!

Welcome to the world Zander Tristan!

Sorry for the icky cell phone pics. I forgot my camera.

Sep 032010

The blind kitty, aka Daz, that I’ve been talking about for a couple of weeks now was diagnosed with Feline Leukemia today. She had already contracted several other conditions (ulcers on her eyes, respiratory infection) and the vet told us she would more than likely contract more. This not only put our other cats in danger of getting Leukemia, but anything else she contracted as well. So, with the advice of the vet, we put her to sleep today.

This was not an easy decision, but it was the right one for all animals involved. We loved her and we will miss her greatly. We are heartbroken today.


I’ll be posting more information about this at a later date. Several people asked questions that I can’t go into in just a short post. So, I’ll tell the full story with photos later for those of you that asked me specific questions.

Dec 092009

Just yesterday, I was 17. Today, my daughter celebrated her 17th birthday. Where did the time go?

I was always aware that time was passing, but I never really felt old until the last couple of weeks. The realization that my daughter was soon going to be 17, her last year before “adulthood” was the biggest factor. Also, people I knew from high school either found me or I found them and the tossing around of numbers like 16 years, 20 years since we’d seen each other… wow.

I remember tons of stories I could tell right now that would embarrass my daughter to no end, but I’ll be nice. I’ll save that post until she turns 18 and can be prosecuted as an adult for killing me in my sleep. I will say that these last 17 years have been rewarding, frustrating, awe-inspiring, confusing, panicking, crazy, insane, fun, and completely unbelievable. When this all began with that crying little bundle of joy, I never imagined the range of emotions and experiences this tiny little being would expose me to.

Yes, Mother. Now I understand all those things you told me I wouldn’t understand until I was a parent.

And no, Daughter. You cannot kill me for revealing to the world that you were once a little bundle of joy. A crying little bundle of joy at that.

So, I feel old and that’s ok. I wouldn’t go back in time for anything. I love my memories and I want to keep them.

Happy Birthday, Kiddo. Now stop growing up for a few more years, ok? Just kidding!

Dec 282008

We just got back from a breakfast Christmas get together with the other side of my in-laws. I’m so lucky. Both sides of my in-laws are so nice and easy to get along with.

Afterwards, we stopped by my father-in-laws place of business and got to see an old friend. I thought the kiddo was gonna knock him over when she literally jumped into his arms to squeeze the life out of him.

The kiddo came home last night. She spent the first part of Christmas with her dad. I almost feel bad that we’re not celebrating until the 31st, but she doesn’t seem overly anxious. Overtly, anyway.

Dec 252008

Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Yule, and all other seasons greetings to everyone.

We’re kidless this year so we’re not celebrating with my family until the 31st. Kind of a Christmas and New Years bash at the same time, which should be fun.

We just got back from one side of my in-laws. They have an incredible place out in the country with horses, goats, chickens, and a dog. It’s beautiful out there and their house is huge and gorgeous. I wanted to steal my mother-in-laws kitchen and walk-in closet, but we couldn’t figure out a way to get them home. Bah!

I often feel very awkward around so many people I don’t know, but it was good to see everyone again. My mother-in-law is an amazingly sweet woman and I’ve missed seeing her.

Hope everyone is safe, warm, and having a blast with friends and family.

Sep 022008

I was going to try to keep myself seperated from the business so as not to drag it down with all this “goth stuff” and horror and such, but I find it impossible to keep something that is such a large part of my life seperate from everything. So, hopefully no one will look down on my business if they happen to stumble in here and see all this.

Originally posted on Macabre Manor’s forum:

In Jan of 2007, I started my own business called Crescent Moon Haberdashery. We started selling at local shows then and in March of 2007, we started selling on The business has been growing and growing ever since. It’s been keeping me pretty busy of late.

I love photography and also in Jan of 2007, I started putting photos and art on So far, it has been supporting itself, but needs a huge update. I have tons of photos sitting here begging to be added. You can find it at if you’re interested in seeing what I’ve done so far. At some point, I’m going to be putting some of my poetry on mousepads and framed pictures as well. I’ll be crushed if they never sell, but I’m doing it anyway.

In June of 2008, we launched Crescent Moon Haberdashery’s own store at We haven’t been doing too bad considering we only launched a few months ago. We sell t-shirts, incense, greeting cards, knives (until they’re gone), and some magnets made from photos I took. I’d love to carry more of the magnets, but they aren’t selling enough to warrent bringing in more. Our biggest seller is the Life is Crap line of t-shirts.

At the moment, we’ve sent more Life is Crap shirts to New York than any other state… I wonder if that means something…

We have a few goth shirts too, which is our second best seller. I wanted to get in more goth shirts before Halloween, but it doesn’t look like that’s going to happen. We’re going to be adding long sleeve shirts, tank tops, and hats soon, too. Don’t know where we’re going to store it all, but that’s the plan.

While I’m not the only slave to CMH, I’m the primary slave and it takes more time than I ever anticipated. I really enjoy it though. It’s nice to be the boss and not the peon for once. It’s also nice because I feel like crap more often than I feel good anymore, so I can do as little or as much as I feel I can accomplish. Most of the time, I work way too many hours anyway, but when I really feel like death warmed over, I can take it a little easy. Still have to work, but not quite as hard.

So, check out Crescent Moon Haberdashery and laugh at the shirts! They’re a lot of fun.

I go through long periods of not playing any online games, or any games at all for that matter, because I’m simply too busy. Shroud is still playing WoW and recently I’ve played some myself since things have been slowing down a bit after the back to school rush… and I needed a break… needed to have some fun for a bit. However, we’re about to start gearing up for the Christmas selling season, so I doubt I will have time to play much very soon. That and I need to run an inventory. Wheeeee!

Since I had so many friends jumping from blog site to blog site and wanting me to follow, I decided to start my own permanent blog at awhile back. None of those friends actually go to my blog, of course. It’s only stuff I can post to everyone though, so no ultra personal stuff there. I’ve found that most people don’t want to read about the drama with the insurance company on the damage claim for our house, problems with bank screw ups, and family drama anyway.

I started a podcast on as well. I’m planning on podcasting my short stories for now and work my way up to podcasting the 3 novels I have in the works. I’m not sure how I’m expecting myself to free up the time, but it’s something I’ve wanted to do since 2005 when I found out what a podcast was. I just recently decided to stop planning it and just do it. The podcast sucks at the moment, but I’m hoping it will get better as I get more practice at it. If not… well, it’s something that takes me away from working for awhile. I’m only interested in having some fun, making some friends, and sharing two of my hobbies with others (writing and now… podcasting).

Shroud changed jobs and is working 3rd shift now. It’s an adjustment and difficult for him to find the balance between sleeping and getting things done that he needs to do, but I’m sure he’ll figure it out soon… probably about the time they move him to another shift. He’s enjoying the new job though, which is the important part. I’m hoping he’ll become a trainer there at some point. He’s so patient and so good at teaching, I think he’d really enjoy it. I tried to talk him into being a teacher at one point, but with the way our school system is now, I don’t blame him for not wanting to. I still think he’d make an awesome teacher though.

Speaking of the school system, Sara is still making incredible grades and is becoming more active in school. She’s going to be in a musical this fall. Fiddler on the Roof! She has a bit tougher classes this time around, so we’ll see if she maintains her excellent grades. Traditional Chinese is probably her hardest class. In December she turns 16. Pick your jaw up off the floor! Time flies.

My mother always told me that kids grow up before you can blink and I never believed her until now. When I was a kid, time seemed to pass so slowly and now… I blinked and 10 years just flew by. Makes me wonder if tomorrow I’ll be in a wheelchair watching my grandkids graduate from high school. Yeah Sara… I know… you’re not going to have kids! Remember, I said that, too.

Sara’s got a boyfriend I absolutely hate. Just kidding. Did ya have a heartattack there, Sara? He’s actually a pretty nice kid. Pretty typical “indestructible” male teenager. As a matter of fact, the song Indestructible by Disturbed is her ringtone for him. He asked me, through her, what I thought about him one day and I told her to tell him that I don’t really know him very well, but I thought he was a pretty nice guy… and the best guy she’s gone out with so far. It’s funny though… she asked him what he thought of me and I guess he’s never given her a straight answer. Understandable though. I mean, most of her friends like me, but only her boyfriend has to put up with how strict I am.

Sadly for Sara, Shroud and I are some of the strictest parents. I just can’t understand parents that let their kids run wild. So many kids Sara knows just flat scare me with all the things they do and are allowed to do… or rather the parents never know because they don’t take an interest in their kids. I just couldn’t do that. At least Sara seems to understand that I care and that’s why she can’t do all the thing these kids do. She’s a lot like I was as a teen… I understood why my parents didn’t let me do things, but that didn’t mean I had to like it.

I haven’t actually written much of anything in years, but I’m slowly changing that. I need to have something to actually podcast after all. I’m hoping that eventually, people will want to play in my world and write for the podcast as well, but every time I’ve tried to get community activity going, it hasn’t actually happened. I’m hoping this time will be different, but if it isn’t… well… people will just have to listen to my rusty butt try to put something out there worth listening to. I’ve already had one person say I suck and I haven’t even podcasted any fiction yet! LOL!

I’m thinking about taking a few of the pieces of story I wrote for the round robins we did years ago and turn it into something else as well. Like the whole scene with Mordin in the virtual garden… I’m thinking about turning that into a sci-fi stand alone story… pulling all of the fanfic out of it and doing something completely different with it. There are a couple of others as well. I toyed with posting the pieces I wrote on my blog, but I didn’t think anyone would really be interested in reading bits and pieces of stories. I haven’t posted any poetry there either. I’ve posted it so many places it feel like beating a dead horse, ya know?

Man I miss those round robins.

So… that’s what we’ve been up to. How about you? What have you been up to?

Jul 012008

I had several people ask why I called my daughter Tater Tot in Twitter. Seeing as how the story is a smidge too long for Twitter, I said I would post it here. It’s probably a “had to be there” kind of thing, but here it is anyway…

Shroud has always said he has the memory of an elephant… a dead elephant.

About 8 years ago, I was in the kitchen cooking dinner when Shroud decided to take out the trash. The trash can was beside the big freezer we had in the kitchen and on the freezer was about half a 10 lb bag of potatoes. He asked me if the potatoes needed to be thrown away. I told him they were fine and I was about to use them. I had my back to him, facing the stove, so I couldn’t see what he was doing. Not even a minute later he grabbed the trash and the potatoes and took them out to the dumpster. When he walked back inside, I turned around and saw that the potatoes were missing. I asked him where the potatoes were and he instantly remembered I’d said I was going to use them. He was very apologetic, but Sara and I thought it was hilarious. He became Potato Brain from that point on.

Shroud ate tons of potatoes, so we always explained to people that he had to eat them to replenish. Many, many jokes were made at his expense… and at the expense of his potato brain.

About 4 years ago, Sara told one of her friends the story behind Potato Brain and together they shortened it to Tater. One day, Sara was calling Shroud Tater and her friend turned to her and said, “Does that make you Tater Tot?” I don’t think Sara was amused, but Shroud thought it was the funniest and cutest thing he’d heard in a long time.

For about 2 years, the tater/potato comments were slung back and forth between Sara and Shroud in good fun. I was always concerned it would be actual potatoes at some point, so I was relieved when it never went that far. However, Sara rarely calls Shroud Tater or Potato Brain in front of him any longer because she knows Tater Tot is soon to follow. She’s a full fledged teenager now and that’s just not cool. She sneers and it’s not much fun anymore, but we’ll never forget…

… and we’ll never let her live it down.

Jul 012008

Have you ever gotten up in the morning, blinked, then realized it was time for bed and wondered where in the heck your day went? That’s pretty much been my existence for the last month. Wow… I didn’t realize it had been so long since I posted.

The big project I’ve been working on is almost done. Everything in both my professional and personal life quadrupled in June as well. While expressing to my mother that I’d be glad when everything was finished, caught up, slowed down so I could work on three other projects that I’ve been dying to tackle, she said something that caused me pause. She said, “You may find that you never quite have the time to do everything you want to do.”

While she was talking about podcasting, writing, and some crafting that I’ve been wanting to do, I ran with the thought and applied it more generally to life itself. What about all those things I want to do before I die? How many of our childhood dreams do we really have to give up? Are people that live their dreams really as rare as they seem to be?

Which, of course, gave me an idea for a story…

Sometimes I love the way my brain works. Instead of getting depressed about all the things I haven’t done in my life, I turn it into a story idea.

I still want to start podcasting. My next big time sink after June isn’t until November-December, so I’m really hoping I can get things rolling in the next few weeks. I’ve been recording here and there, trying to clean up the sound from my crappy mic until I can finally get my new one, but sound isn’t exactly my strong point. I know it’s going to sound like crap at first, but I know it’s not possible to make it sound like I want it to from the beginning, so I’m ok with that. I’ll work on it, I’ll get better… I just need to get started. I have people waiting on me and people that have already given up on me. Unfortunately, the family and the business have to come first and that will always be the case.

I just have to find time, cut off it’s wings, and tack it to the wall so it will stop flying away from me.

Are people not getting my emails recently or is there an “ignore Kryson” mandate out there? Six people, two friends and four I was hoping to become friends with, haven’t answered multiple emails and/or Tweets. It’s weird since most of them don’t know each other, so I’m wondering if it’s my server, but I don’t see how it could be. Family and customers seem to be getting my emails just fine. Odd. Maybe I just annoyed everyone at the same time?

Tater post…

Yeah, I know I’ve been promising it for awhile now. I know there’s at least one interested person since I got an email asking when I was going to post it, so… I’m staying up uber late and posting it tonight! It will be the next post for sure this time! Sorry about that.

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