Gone Domestic is a blog written and maintained by me, Eve.  This blog used to be the culprit behind the destruction of my social life. It was wildly successful at what it did, and then I had a baby, and this blog found that it’s job had been outsourced.

As the only contributor to the the content you read on this site, I’m very aware that I probably know each of my readers personally.  Consequently, I would like you to know that I don’t care if you are sick of silly cat anecdotes, baby poop jokes, pictures of my feet, and my gloating about the things I’ve crossed off my Life List. That’s how I roll.  And you’ve probably already heard my better stories anyway.

Because I like these introductions to me and the members of my family from past versions of this site, I’m leaving them here:

Internet, meet me and my family.

I like to take long walks in the high desert in the hopes of finding something never found before, asparagus, not editing HTML, terrible hip-hop music on Sunday mornings, knitting, and cheap wine. I used to be a lot of things but now I am a stay-at-home, short-order, vegan cook with a high-speed Internet connection.

Cody enjoys laying the smack down on the networks of unassuming computer users, Foosball, black beans and rice, and photographs that look like they were taken in some horrible black-and-white nightmare. He used to spend his days saving the world from penguins and ice burgs, now he does things that he can’t talk about or he’ll have to kill you.

Cody loves his cat, Frankie, very much but he treats her like an unwelcome rodent, found in the pantry munching on his organic, gluten-free, all natural, vegan patchouli chips. She can’t get enough of him.

My son, Cheeks, loves blueberries more than anything else in the world.  Except maybe football.  He thinks he can get away with anything as long as he confesses afterward, and is currently embarking on a new, diaper-free life.  Like his father, he also lays the smack down.  Or he’d like to, I’m sure.  I mean, what boy can honestly say he isn’t at all embarrassed by the nickname “Cheeks?”

The four of us share our world with a hoard of backyard birds and a basement full of dead or dying crickets (big, ugly, hairy ones).

If you’d like to contact me then you are in luck!  This is the 21st century, and you’re on The Internet — A world wide web of communication possibilities!  You can leave a comment on any one of my many posts.  I love comments.  Especially comments from you.