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All Witness the Effect of Four Margaritas
Tam & Shan (a.k.a. The Love Varmint, The Varmint or Clown Boy) whooping it up, Mexico-style in September 2005 at Zac and Rach's wed-dang. Notice the tequila-glazed eyes? The Terrible Tiki shirt? How 'bout the love? Can you feel THE... Read more >
Varminty Goodness
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The Varmint's True Colors
Tam, from the Living Room: "Um, Shan? What the hell is the TiVo recording? What in tarnation is "Dungeons & Dragons: The Wrath of the Dragon God?" The Varmint, from the Bedroom: "Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee!... Read more >
The Varmint Burrow
 Yeah, he doesn't wake up 'til 9 - 9:30. But can you really blame him?... Read more >
Nyuck Nyuck, Nyuck, Nyuck
Today we received an email chain from Justin, also known as Brother of Varmint.  To say that The Varmint and Justin have a bad case of sibling rivalry is like saying you or I suffer from a bad case of... Read more >
Gobble Gobble - 2005
The usual day of gluttony, guilt and remote control wrestling ended up a bust. Nope. Instead, it was pretty much a joyful, Norman Rockwellian affair, just a little bit angstier and neurotic and with a lot more volume. Two... Read more >
Might as Well Be a Blizzard in San Diego
Captured. On. Film. The Varmint. Voluntarily awake at 7:13am, this very morning. Bring your galoshes to work, people. Buy some extra canned food. Think nothing of fireballs whizzing through the sky, frogs croaking Mozart or flowers blooming in the shape... Read more >
Our Kitchen's Mini Makeover
In what amounts to a wild orgy of spending since Sir Squeakalot became co-chairman of finance back in May of 2004, we made two updates to our kitchen: We bought a new range and a new microwave. I didn't give Captain... Read more >
The Girlie Chronicles: Revelation, Part I
Monday, The Varmint and I went to the fertility doctor. The funny thing is that we're still on the fence about Varmintlings. (To be honest, The Varmint's leaning a little further over the fence, Humpty Dumpty-style, than I. But he's... Read more >
The Girlie Chronicles: Revelation, Part II
(Note: As the title indicates, this is the second of a two-part story. To read things in order, scroll to the entry directly below this. We wouldn't want you to be confused...) Propelled by the paw at my back, I... Read more >
Monkey-Monkey
The Varmint is obsessed with monkeys. It reminds me of the sort of focused, intense love that Koko, the famed sign-language literate gorilla, had for her pet kitten. If, for example, you were to see The Varmint staring off into... Read more >
Fantasy Who's-Get-Yer-Balls
The Varmint, his brother The Bunny, and a few friends - including one of my closest friends Dex - signed up to form a Fantasy Football league this season. What's fantasy football? Why, a manly excuse for a techie kaffeeklatsch,... Read more >
Snapshot - He's Mine
 Mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine... Read more >
Further Props to The Varmint
I have to take a moment to thank the unsung hero of last night, my husband, The Varmint, who valiantly and without heed to his personal welfare cleaned up the bathroom after it was summarily destroyed by... someone. [ For... Read more >
Overheard
 Tam: "Man, it's freezing in this house this morning! Thank god I have so much hair. It's amazing what a great insulator it is." The Varmint: *glaring* "Yeah. Why don't you just go ahead and tell me all about it?"... Read more >
The Varmint: His Origins & Evolution
It has come to my attention from a certain reliable, unnamed source, that a regular reader by the name of Greg has taken umbridge at The Varmint's nickname. He feels the nickname to be disparaging, and would prefer that I,... Read more >
Trail of (Blood, Sweat &) Tears
The Varmint and I share a desk. A huge, wide useful desk crafted by his handy brother Justin, but just one desk, nonetheless. Our computers are at opposite ends, leaving our backs angled toward one another. This provides us each... Read more >
Ma & Pa Varmint
 This is Monte, possibly the World's Coolest Father-in-Law. He'll probably want to kill me for posting this, but I love this shot as it clearly illustrates his True Inner Monte-ness. Usually, Varmint Sr.'s a cool, cool customer - deceptively quiet,... Read more >
Hand Me the Hair Glue
Last night, as I was swaddled in blankets and innocently watching The Simpsons, this came running out from the bathroom, squealing and laughing to tackle me on the sofa: Needless to say, I screamed. I think the exact words were... Read more >
Where the Varmint Plays Hooky
When you start working in San Diego, you'll notice that some days company phones roll over to voice mail no matter what time you call. Sure, that executive you're dying to reach might actually be in a meeting. But this... Read more >
I Live with a Bloodhound
Our household is a pretty smooth one. We love hanging out together, rarely argue, never scream, and laugh a lot. The one sore point usually has to do with food. Specifically, quality leftovers or hidden treats. Sweets are a spectacularly... Read more >
Happy Birthday, Varmint!
This is the face of the man I love best. And today, he turns 39. This is the guy who makes me laugh so hard I fear incontinence. He's the one that says the right things, does the right thing... Read more >
There's a Rockette In My Pants
There's a Rockette in my pants, and she's trying to get out. Or a mini Mia Hamm. Having your ass kicked by a six-month-old fetus is enough to give you shivers about the teen years. What sort of spawn am... Read more >
Snapshot - The Fabulous Floating Varmint
Eat your heart out, David Blaine.... Read more >
Another Reason I'm Thrilled to Be Female
So this morning, I wake up, pull on my fuzzy bathrobe and flop to the Secondary Horizontal Surface - also known as The Couch. It's a few hours before The Varmint shuffles out of the Primary Horizontal Surface (yes, that... Read more >
Snapshot - The Hot Dog
I initially titled this shot "Easy Rider". [Peter Fonda, eat your heart out.] Now, I have to call it Ride of The Hot Dog.Jenny saw the picture, zeroed in on The Varmint's luxurious neck roll and said three words which... Read more >
Snapshot - Varmint + His Furry Friend
  The Varmint and Friend, sawing logs. (To be clear: The furry friend is the bear, on the left.)... Read more >
A Generic Summer Party
Last night, The Varmint and I broke out of our air-conditioned cocoon, and hightailed eastward on a steamy Saturday night for 'The Generic Summer Shindig' at Vince and Lisa's place. Vince is a favorite friend and colleague; Lisa's in the... Read more >
The Many Faces of Varmint
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Snapshot
Mom, her good friend and neighbor Bobbie, and the ever-present, camera-obsessed, attention mongering Duckbilled Varmint.... Read more >
Call the Men in White Coats
Imagine yourself driving home after a long day at work. You're about to pull into your driveway, maybe thinking about that ice-cold beer in the fridge - when you look over and see your next-door neighbors doing this: What would you... Read more >
Oh, Crap. It's Slayer Night
Last night, after a balmy dinner at Deb's discussing the baby shower, I arrived at Chez Burrow chock-full of warm fuzzies (and some tasty homemade Italian food) thinking innocent thoughts of duckies and booties and what color to paint the... Read more >
Braincation - Dog Beach Sunset
Yet another divine San Diego sunset, taken at Dog Beach in Ocean Beach, a ways north of one of The Varmint's usual surf spots, called Garbage, close to another favorite spot called Bird Shit. My theory is that (with the... Read more >
Surf Safari to Nicaragua
Tomorrow evening the Varmint will scuttle from his burrow, nose pointed southeast, surfboards firmly under forepaw. He and his salty crew of bewhiskered scalywags are heading to the tropical climes of Nicaragua for a week of wavehunting and manly bonding.... Read more >
See This?
 See this? At first glance, you might think it likely that, given the facial hair, it could be attached to something like this:           But you'd be wrong. Because what it's REALLY attached to is this . . .    Which is... Read more >
Return of the Conquering Hero
The Varmint returned yesterday, exhausted, stingray welted, bescabbed, aching, sore - and well-pleased with himself, his friends (see pic) and his entire Nicaraguan adventure. After staying up all night sharing pictures and gabbing, we crashed for a few hours, woke up,... Read more >
A Move, A Reunion + A Big Kaboom - Part Three
 The Big Kaboom As you might imagine, sleeping when you're this pregnant is not easy. I'm not as bad off as Deb of the Microscopic Bladder who, nine months into her gestation, was up approximately 15 to 20 times per... Read more >
Jiminy Sleeps with the Fishes
The Varmint is generally a sweet cuddly thing. All big eyes and warm heart, a good natured little fella by most accounts. But to say he wouldn't hurt a fly would be a lie. He hates flies. And when I... Read more >
Every Day is Christmas
Just look at what I get to look at everyday: The choicest bit of babyflesh one could ever ask for. Imminently smoochable. Sweet, soft and snuggly. Holy crap, I am loving life. Television seems to have lost its appeal since... Read more >
They'd Make Great Daddies
 I brought my camera and my husband on my most recent outing to super groovy Little Italy to meet Dex for lunch at one of my favorite spots Caffe Italia - and boy, am I glad.  First, I was thrilled... Read more >
Rudolf's Diner
In the cacophony of major life-changing events that have been swirling around Tam + Varmintland, I forgot about a wonderful little event that I had been meaning to share. The Varmint and I are fortunate enough to have many eclectic... Read more >
And in This Corner
And in this corner ... weighing in at 12 pounds, 13oz ... with 57 direct hits, 12 blowouts ... It's L'Enfant Terrible, La Bambina of Barf, The Incorrigible Kid Mak! Mak: "Hand over the milk, bub, or I'll have to... Read more >
Chef Varmint
Last night, because I'm baby wrangling, The Varmint decides to take up the dinner gauntlet. My eyebrows shoot off my forehead when I note that he's even going so far as to follow a recipe! After an hour of increasingly... Read more >
The Varmint Turns 40
Yesterday was a big day in Varmintville. Having climbed to the pinnacle of his varmintness, he stood proud and tall, nose into the wind: The Varmint turned 40. Of course, you can only keep your nose into the wind for so... Read more >
Careful What You Wish For
Usually, The Varmint and I exist in a happy little cocoon. We hang out with Mak, work out back in our treehouse studio, go for walks with friends. It's not rare for us to stay on our property for a... Read more >
Three Years Ago, The Deal Was Sealed
Not too long ago, back in the Glory Days as The Varmint would call them, I didn't give a rat's patootie about stuff like wedding anniversaries. "It's just another day," I would say. I've since changed my mind and now... Read more >
The Varmint's Third 40th Birthday
No, that doesn't mean The Varmint is 43. It means that this was the third party for him. If that sounds excessive, let it be known that he is still not satisfied."I need more parties," says The Varmint, his mouth... Read more >
The Geek Empire
"I think we should start a game night."That was The Varmint's opening line for what would prove to be a long, strange trip down the rabbit hole of his teen years. Let's just say you have to read it to... Read more >
Happy Father's Day
Because he gets up to fetch the crying baby and bring her to me in the middle of the night. Every time.Because he sometimes says, "Take a break. I'll cook dinner."Because he smiles whenever he sees her face.Because he changes... Read more >
The Varmint's First Groupie
Recently, The Varmint traded the lovely strumming on his pretty acoustic guitar for thumping, John Entwhistle-style, on his unplugged bass. The bass wisely remains unplugged to maintain neighborly relations - but sadly, the acoustic contribution to our household is something... Read more >
Rockin' The Black Socks
Why why why why why do men do this? There should be some sort of law against the black sock, worn in any form, without pants and/or shoes covering them for more than 30 seconds (and certainly NEVER in sandals).... Read more >
Darkon, Take Me Away
The kid is down, our bellies are full and we're lolling around on the sofa, curled up with each other, drowning in fuzzy blankets and watching TiVo. In other words, it's a night like every other night, and we're loving... Read more >
Real Varmints Eat Quiche
I've been trying this new thing where every Saturday morning, I make a serious breakfast - usually a hot dish, fresh strong coffee, and a smoothie. Today, I opted for quiche with gouda-stuffed apple chicken sausage, roasted peppers, organic veggies... Read more >
Five Good Reasons
Horrifying, I know. And this is a good day, people. The Pedicure - and whether or not The Varmint should regularly submit - is one of the great ongoing arguments of our relationship. I humbly submit five good reasons why... Read more >
The Varmint Guide to Special Occasions
It's Mother's Day tomorrow. My husband, The Varmint, is borderline catatonic, frozen stiff and staring into the dual metaphysical headlights of husbandly and son-ly duty, his hand occasionally twitching as he mumbles unintelligible syllables beneath his breath. This happens whenever... Read more >
My Favorite Photo of the Night
From more than 250 photos from the surprise party night, I have to say that is my favorite. Yes, there were a certain number of lemon drop, blueberry and other-flavored vodka shots involved - but I'm quite sober now, and... Read more >
Goin' Retro, Part Deux :: Man Style
Due to the overwhelming response from part one of Goin' Retro, I am continuing the series for a few entries. Today is a tribute to The Varmint Through the Ages. Yesterday, I spent every nanosecond of free time reshaping The... Read more >
A Ms.-Nomer
Wanna talk about putting lipstick on a pig? The Varmint nearly daily receives mismarked mail with a "Ms." designator - as in "Ms. Varmint." When we sign up for a membership or anything that requires a card, it will often... Read more >
The Varmint at 42: A Time to Wallow
It's just 20 days shy of The Varmint and I being hitched for five years. If you'd have told me, as I was walking down that grassy aisle, that it'd go by in the blink of an eye, that we'd... Read more >
I am a writer and lazy artist who loves travel, architecture and design. Right now, I'm into photography. My fabulous husband (a.k.a. The Varmint) and I are also the principals of a San Diego-based creative agency - and new parents to the divine Baby Mak. Read More >