Dwight: I am ready to face any challenges that might be foolish enough to face me.

I cried at the jobsite today. Luckily I was in my car so no burly construction worker could see me. Yeah, cause crying alone in your car isn't pathetic. ~sigh~ I don't have a bad day, I have a REALLY bad day. I suppose that's better than a series of half-crappy days. I just have one big bad one and get it overwith. Everything happens all at once.

What else? Oh, I just found out the Baby is going to have surgery on Saturday. He was scheduled for later but it got moved up. Oh, didn't I mention that he was scheduled for surgery? No, I didn't. I don't tell you everything, believe it or not. I am worried. That is all I have to say about that.

Then I find out that some a-hole is stealing my blog posts and calling them her own. Not just, 'hey, here's a neat post, read it!', but blatantly stealing the entire thing word for word and just posting it. The hell?

Her version. My version. And she added in last week's final sentence too just to stick it to me. Motherfuck. And it's not just me. She's lifting from other blogs, message boards, comments. I mean, check this out: HERS. MINE. No, MY mother wears the nightgowns, not yours you freak.

Go ahead. Leave her a comment and tell her that this is fucked up. Right now that is my only recourse, according to this. Believe me, I am getting blogger her ass, asap. What is wrong with people? I am so upset I can't see straight. This makes me want to stop blogging all together.

**update: Hey, that crazy ass took her blog down! Thanks for your help! I'm sure she'll be back under a different name, and trust me. I will find it. Or Nanners will. She does my dirty work.

You know our love was meant to be.The kind of love that lasts forever.

I am having a lack of inspiration lately. When I design and need to think up something new, the cureall is usually to lie down and close my eyes. I often get up in the middle of the night, sketch something and go back to sleep. Not so much, recently.

I usually find inspiration everywhere. I buy little toys, or keep pieces of fabric, sometimes even the colors of cupcakes I see in a bakery, all these things I keep on the backburner in my mind to someday bring forward and design something where it all comes together. That...is not happening as of late. I am really at a loss here.

On a related note, today I decided to swing by Target to check on my cards, and there was a woman standing in front of them, with a clipboard. It seems she was taking a tally of how well the greeting cards were doing. I told her sheepishly that, hey - I designed those and how were they doing, exactly? She said that they were doing great and a lot were sold out so she'd be reordering all of them! I told her, "I hope it wasn't just my mother who bought them all." She laughed really hard, but, uh, I wasn't kidding.

Saffy: 'Have you ever checked your breasts yourself?'Patsy: 'No, but you can't miss them. I've never had any complaints.'

Things people searched for - that lead them to this blog:

• mochi balls recipes
• picture of hands grabbing boobs
• how healthy is soup plantation
• jamba juice food poisoning
• congratulations universe, you win

Good god. Seems like this blog is all about food poisoning and boobs, WHICH IT IS.

Since you came here searching for those things, I won't let you down.
1. You know why I love Soup Plantation? Cause kids under 3 eat free. And the Kid only eats like 4 pieces of pasta and maybe some olives. So no, I ain't paying for that. The Baby, however, eats double an adult portion, so I am soooo making out in that situation.

2. I went to a baby shower this weekend. My cousin met me as I walked up the drive and said, "GOOD GOD. Your boobs are HUGE. SERIOUSLY. YIKES." Lovely. Nothing like family.

3. Here is a recipe for An Mochi. Man, I'm telling you the truth, this is a lot of work. This recipe is not for the lazy. However, the outcome is deeelish.

An Mochi recipe, HERE.

Are you disappointed because there are no pictures of hands grabbing boobs? Sorry, pervy. Better luck next post.

Dwight: What about that meeting…later…to discuss finances? Angela: Yes. But don’t expect any cookie. Dwight: What if I’m hungry? Angela: No cookie.

Nanette and I went to visit Jodi in the Valley (which wasn't technically the Valley after all). Lots of food, lots movie talk and a lot of fun. I realized that I know nothing about the Oscars anymore, and I kind of don't care, either. Which bad, I guess.

As promised, I baked PLENTY this weekend. Not one, but two lemon cakes, Burger Bites - which I took to the party and I think people were expecting ACTUAL mini burgers. Sorry to disappoint. I also made a batch of my family's secret recipe peanut butter cookies. It's not all that secret, I'm sure my mother got it from Betty Crocker or something, but I have tried a bunch of different recipes and nothing tastes quite as good as this one, frankly. There are some recipes I don't give out believe it or not. And this is one of them. Maybe someday when I am a famous cookbook author you will see it. Right.
Also, when baking that second cake, right at the end of the cooking time we had a blackout. Let me tell you, you haven't lived until your house goes pitch black, you have a cake baking, and a three year old and an infant start screaming from fear. Yeah. That's the tops right there. Life doesn't get much better. ~sigh~

But I live in, like, a really good part of Encino so it's okay

I loved the long since cancelled tv show, "It's like, you know." It had the funniest spoof of going the Valley being akin to going on safari. It took just as long to get there and it was just as hot.

Ugh. The Valley. Sure, it's known for porn. Or Britney can shave her head there. But I prefer to think of it as 'the place where Jodi lives.'

I am going to her house tomorrow, and as Hugh Grant told me, "Never go to a party empty handed." So the Kid and I made Burger Bites. Jodi's fave.

If you don't hear from me send a search party. Either I've shaved my head or I'm now in porn.

Patsy: "Eddy, your stomach's just like a dog waiting to be fed - it just hangs there until you want to kick it."

I am currently on a steady diet of Lemon-Lime Gatorade and Skittles, 24/7. The Gatorade makes me feel alive and happy, pretty much like a stiff drink, except I don't drink. The Skittles, well, I don't know. I like the fruity flavor and I can always find one in the bottom of my purse, to be quite frank.

I have horrible eating habits for someone who cooks so much. At work I have no time to eat. And I pretty much won't eat, unless someone reminds me. Eating is about 84th on my list of things to do. At home the kids come first. As long as they are fed and taken care of, then maybe I can sneak in a bite of something here and there.

But the Skittles. Mmm. I love them. I don't know why. I only eat a few a day, but I should buy a huge ass Costco bag to save money.** Instead I go to the deli and fork over 75cents every other day, I see this as my penance for craving them so badly. My Skittles habit is bound to ruin me. You'll see me at an exit on the 405 with a sign, 'Will work for Skittles,' or 'Help me taste the rainbow.' Ok that last one doesn't sound quite right.

**However, just the thought of this 36lb case is kind of making me sick.

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Why is this so hard? That's what she said.

Tonight's Office made me feel uncomfortable. Scary Roy was freaking me out. His character tonight was more akin to the one on the BBC version, but on the BBC Office, you kinda knew what you were getting.

Here, I thought Roy was supposed to be more dumb, not so angry. It was scary. Did I say it was scary? Just checking. Not as scary as Dwight sitting in a rocking chair watching you while you sleep, but. Also, Karen is boring. I'm ready for something to happen on this show, but I am afraid to see what happens to Jim. ~wah~

In more important news, the Kid was an *angel* today. We even baked a cake together tonight. Just when I was calling up orphanages, he makes a turnaround.
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Please, please, please, let me get what I want

Yet another reason why Jenn is a bad mother, #231:

The Kid: "Mommmy. MOMMY!! MOOOMMMMYYY!!"
Jenn: "Jesus Christ, why are you yelling, what is your problem? What??
The Kid: "Thank you for the dinner."
Jenn: "Oh. Er. Sure."

I raise polite children. Me, not so much.

To wrap up a few things:
1. I've gotten a lot of email about the Target cards and the lack of. I'm sorry to say that they are only in selected stores and I have no idea which stores those are. I apologize, but thanks so much for wanting to support me!

2. The emergency room doctor called me up twice in the past few days. He wanted to make sure I was alive. Apparently I looked so bad when I left he was really worried that maybe I was dead or something. Pretty close, I'd say. That was nice of him, anyway.

3. This weekend I plan my triumphant return to baking. I can't wait.

Our frank and open, deep conversations, they get me nowhere, they bring me down, so

My MIL's stay is nearing a close. And while we have a decent relationship - better than most - it always comes down to the end of her stay when we are more than ready to part ways. I get tired of her calling me fat and unattractive, and she gets tired of me...being me, I guess.

When it comes down to it, she is not MY mother. So I can't treat her with the same disrespect that I treat my own family. I love her, but it's time to leave. That being said, I need her now more than ever. The Kid is on a full rampage lately. Not the 'terrible twos', I'd call it more the 'excruciating threes'. My life is a nightmare.

Man, am I cranky. Maybe I'm just sick. Well, the Pain, that's gone. Now somewhere between the afternoon and the evening yesterday, I caught the world's worst cold. God, I wish I had a shot in the ass. To cure that not so fresh crappy feeling.

This one cried wee, wee, wee, all the way home.

Come mealtime it's usually just me and the boys. Seeing as how it's just the three of us, the kids have picked up my eating habits. That is, eating breakfast at all hours. For the past three days it's been pancakes, pancakes and pancakes again. It's like a goddam IHOP up in here.

The Kid often asks to 'help' me cook. I try to give him simple tasks or think of recipes that won't leave me cleaning up the floor in tears. Since we were having a Sunday night dinner of (what else?) pancakes, I added a little something that the Kid could easily help with. Pigs in a blanket. Simple recipe, same one as when you were a kid. Just as tasty.

click here for Pigs in a blanket how-to

I was going to propose to her...Universal tour. When Jaws pops out of the water.That's the most romantic thing I've ever heard.

My brother got married at Universal City. No, not the theme park. Though some would wish otherwise...

Jenn: "You know the wedding is near Universal Studios."
O.G.: "Really!?!?"
Jenn: "Jesus, don't get excited. It's not IN the theme park."
O.G.: "Forget the wedding, let's go on the tram tour!"
Jenn: "I'm sure they'd appreciate that."

O.G. loves the movies. O.G. loves the studio tour.
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I'm the illest motherf*cker from here to Gardena

Because I am the dumbest person ever, I dragged my sick ass out of bed, went in to work EARLY, just to find out...we have today off. ~sigh~ Never in my entire life have I worked for a firm that gave me President's Day off. If I didn't have only 1 hour of sleep and wasn't so sick, I wouldn't be as mad as I am right now.

Last week while I was sick, I ordered a bunch of books from amazon for the kids to read with me while I laid in bed. One was the highly recommended, "If you give a pig a pancake..." Which made me wonder, what do you think would happen if you did? You'd get a bucket full of poo I'd suspect. Or maybe if you give a pig a pancake, he'll kick you in the teeth, that's what.

Me walking Phyllis down the aisle was supposed to be the highlight of the wedding. And now, the wedding has no highlight.

Despite my illness, I made it to the wedding. Everything was perfect and it went off without a hitch. I've never seen my brother happier. What I didn't expect was a million pictures of ME in the slideshow. That's the burden of the second child, he never got pictures alone. So there WE were, growing up together. Hello bad perm of 1986. I didn't need to see that again, thanks.

The best part was getting to see cousins and aunts and uncles, and friends that I rarely get to see anymore. It was very much a Chinese wedding, and seeing as how I did the menus - I knew what I was in for. Being the bad asian that I am, there were only about 3 dishes I would actually eat, stomach sickness or no. Still, everyone else ate up, and ten courses later, all tummies were full and my brother and his wife lived happily ever after.

Click here for more wedding photos

This is my ninth sick day this semester...

View from my sickbed.

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Hey now, hey now, don't dream it's over.

It's a balmy 75 degrees. Cool, light breezes. Quite the harsh winter we are having. ~wink~

Just when I thought I was getting better...I'm not. I haven't eaten for 3 days and I've lost 7 pounds. Everytime I put my head down to sleep I dream about food. It's amazing. The dreams are clear, colorful, and seem like they'd taste delish. Yesterday I dreamt of a coffee ice cream bar dipped in chocolate and sprinkled with almonds. Mmm. Today I dreamt of a bbq chicken sandwich with a side of potato salad and fries. Yum, starch city.

I feel like dying, this sickness is so awful. If this was my last day on earth, I think I'd have some really good L.A. tacos, with a side of rice and the best guac ever with chips. Oh and a root beer. And maybe that ice cream thingie for dessert. What would your last meal be?

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Poop is raining from the ceiling. POOP!

I hate cancelling on people. Mostly because I hate being cancelled on. Tonight I was supposed to go out on a hot date, but had to cancel due to the PAIN. No, I was not planning on putting out, don't ask.

Instead I got to stay home and watch the Office. I really expected more Jim/Pam action, but it probably would have been too obvious. The scene in the art gallery actually made me cry cause I felt so bad for Pam. I know most people are happy that Pam and Roy are back together, but didn't this episode show that they really aren't made for each other? I mean, come on. Also? If you were wondering why Jim didn't go to the art show, you might want to go here and watch the deleted scenes for a clue.

As if the bat wasn't enough of a tip off, Joss Whedon directed tonight's episode. The bat. Good lord. I would have been outta there like Stanley.

Meanwhile, I am still sick. Considering that the next three days are a marathon of eating due to my brother's wedding, this does not bode well for me and my tummy. However my sickness spirits were lifted by a package of two little ugly dolls from my fave same-named Boston/New Yorker. They made me smile. Especially the one with the apron. I should start wearing aprons. All the time. For no reason.
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Pain. Will you return it? I'll say it again, PAIN.

There are three times in my life when I was in this much pain. One, when I had appendictis in college. Two & three, when I had labor pains. (Get the drugs, people. There is no shame in asking for drugs.)

Yesterday after barfing at work I realized, Hey! Maybe I should go home! So I did, and that's when the pain started. Abdominal pain that you would not believe. Coupled with vomiting. LOTS of it. A pleasant combo. I ended up in emergency where the pain became so intense they gave me a shot...in the ass. That knocked me out. When I woke up I was vomiting bile like there was no tomorrow. Lovely thoughts for your Thursday morning.

At that point they gave me ANOTHER SHOT IN THE ASS. My poor ass. The nurse said, "This will make you sleepy." I said, "It will? When? Cause I don't feel...zzzzzzzzzz..........." I woke up almost two hours later. I didn't feel better, but I didn't feel worse.

The doctor thinks it's some really weird painful stomach virus. It felt like death to me. So here I am this morning. Home. Eating pretzels. Drinking Sprite. Praying that I never ever feel this kind of pain again. Right now, I'm just really really tired. It's nothing a shot in the ass can't cure, I'm sure.

The love we share, seems to go nowhere, and I've lost my light, for I toss and turn I can't sleep at night

Valentine's Day is about love. So let me talk about love. Not in the sense that you think, but in a more detailed way. What you do for love. Someone asked me how I have time to sew/bake/cook/take care of two kids/work all at the same time. I make it happen because I love to do it.

Thinking back, I realize that I have been working in architecture for almost 20 years. TWENTY YEARS. My first job at an office, I had to be driven to, because I didn't have my license. That is how long I have known what I've wanted to do with my life. It's very hard to let go of that.

As far as the kids - I wake them up. I feed them, clothe them, take them to school, go to work. Pick them up, feed them again, bathe them and put them to bed. They are going through a 'mommy-only' phase and while it's nice to be loved, it's also insanely burdening.

When the kids go to bed is when I start sewing. Or crafting. Or designing. Or baking. Knowing full well I have to get up in just a few hours to ready the kids. Crazy? Yes. But it is the only way that I can destress. Yes, sewing a ton of Valentine's pouches or baking dozens of cookies is how I destress.

I do all of these things simply because I LOVE to do them. If I didn't, I wouldn't. Frankly, yes - I am too old for this shit. I am all Danny Glover Lethal Weapon 4, up in here. Something's gotta give, as lately I am starting to feel that pull. That stress. But I can't worry about that now. I think I should go bake some cookies...

I'm gonna lose my lunch

For someone who has a blog, I am not that self-obsessed, believe it or not. I just type this crap and someone reads it. I dunno who. I assumed it was just Nanette reloading the page 500 times a day (I am sure of this) but no, she assured me that I should check my stats.

I never check my stats. Maybe I just don't care? Maybe I'm lazy? I dunno. Sure, I'm interested in who's reading this blog, but since there are no names or faces, how could I relate? Turns out there are people are talking about me. And saying nice things at that. Whaddya know?

Moving on, in what may or may not be a testament to my MIL's cooking, the Kid took 2 bites of her homecooked dinner and promptly vomited all over the table. Lovely.

After a quick bath I put him on a supermodel's diet of ice water and pretzels. Not just any pretzels. Do you think we'd have regular old pretzels up in this house? Ninja, please. We have Mickey Mouse pretzels. Every house should have them. They are salty and tasty and there is more pretzel per square inch than any other. I give my ringing endorsement of these pretzels to all barfers out there or anyone who plans on eating at their mother in law's house.

Ooh asian boy. What are you on?

This is what happens when I am bored and you catch me at a good time. My friend's son is turning one, and she asked me to design some invitations for her. I no longer do custom invitations unless asked as a favor, and since I didn't have *that* much on my plate as of late, I decided to make a go of it. (Mind you, this was before my brother approached me to make 200 placecards and 200 programs for the wedding. Yikes.) Anyway, I drew up this little boy in a samurai outfit (the Kid) and then drew a carp on a stick, to add some color. I think it came out well.

So you know how first birthdays are in Hawaii: BIG ASS PARTY. Hotel. 200 people. You get the idea. Her theme is 'Boys day'. In Japan Boys Day celebrates...well, being a boy. And families fly carp, to represent the number of boys in the family.

I think I am going to use this image again for some kind of stationery or...something. I haven't figured it out yet. I also plan to draw more of the Kid in all kinds of outfits, but who knows when that will happen. I'm tired now. Exhausted. I kind of just want to stab myself in the eye with a No.2 pencil, but instead I will just kick it on my stoop and drink a 40 oz. (Not really.)

Tell me how does it feelWhen your heart grows cold

I've been sick lately. Nauseated. Totally stressed. I'd love to get more sleep but the Kid had other ideas, thinking 5am was an excellent time to get up this morning. I just wanted another hour of sleep so I went against better judgement and let him sleep with me. Mistake. As I closed my eyes, laid my head on my cool pillow and drifted off, all I heard was a faint tiny voice saying: "I've.........been working on the railroad..................all........the livelong................................day." Good god.

We couldn't get up to play since we have guests right now, so I told him I'd take him to the one place that is open at 5am. Krispy Kreme. He loves the process more than the product. Watching the dough tumble into the oil then run under the wall of glaze is endless fun for him.

For Valentine's Day they had PINK heart donuts! I love the pink, but my favorite is and always will be a maple donut. Mmmm.

He got his free hat and donut (they only give free ones to kids now, suckas) and we headed home. On the way, he decided to sing me a song that he made up: "KKK, Krispy...KREME! KKK, yeah Krispy Kreme!" Needless to say, I don't think they will be calling him to use that theme song to endorse their product.
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If you leave, don't leave nowplease don't take my heart away

Man, do I love Valentine's Day. Not because of all the gifts and flowers of which I get none, but because of the pink!! I love pink and I was at Target and saw these pink marshmallows. TOO CUTE.
True fact: I hate strawberry flavored things. However these taste like nothing, so they are a-ok with me. We decided to try and roast these little pinky mallows. Not outside by a campfire. In the house.

All I had was a birthday candle and kushiyaki skewers, so I had to get all Macgyver up in here. We put the marshmallows on the stick and the Kid watched in horror as my sisinlaw's pretty pink marshmallow went up in flames. Safe to say he will not be playing with fire anytime soon. Or marshmallows. I put a few in the toaster oven and they came out a nice caramel-y colored brown. Mmm. Toasty.

My sisinlaw is leaving this weekend which makes me sad. She helps me out a lot when she visits. She helps feed, clothe and bathe the kids. Not only that, she calls me at work to remind me of doctor's appointments, meetings, etc. When we are driving in the car, she checks my work email and writes replies as I dictate to her, rather than my usual - drive with one hand, type on the Treo with the other. Yes, I know I am a danger to myself and others. If I don't post for more than two days, you will know that I am dead.

Not only does she help me out, she's fun to have around. She would also make a great personal assistant, but sadly, she has to go back to Hawaii and shape the young minds of the future. Lucky kids.

Dwight: My mouth tastes so bad all of a sudden.

I just...WOW. That wedding episode really made me cringe. Ergh. All parts of it. The one thing that I did take out of it was that I really feel like busting out my 'Best of The Police' cd. Oh and that I am in love with John Krasinski's hair.
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The Baby, well...he's skinny. But he eats like a 500 pound man let loose at the buffet in Vegas, ya dig? He never - stops - eating. Ever! You look at his school schedule and it's nap, eat, nap, eat, eat, nap. He's training to be a competitive eater, obviously.

I am constantly having to refill his 'snack' cubby at school. Today I went to the Japanese market and bought a ton of stuff. Don't believe me? Check it, JoJessica:

The packaging ploy is obviously: "Cute Asian baby eat food." No, don't call child services, he eats this stuff in addition to regular meals. And believe me, does he eat. So much so that I've seen him try to climb across the table and eat my food, the little bugger.

His favorite snack is crackers. "CRRACKKAA!!" Is his battlecry. And god help you if you don't get him a cracka and get it NOW. So I open this package of Japanese animal crackers and I found myself a little...taken aback. Yes, I laughed. I have the sense of humor of a 2 year old.

Rock n' Bowl

I don't know what got it in the Kid's head that bowling was the end all be all of life experiences, but he insisted. FOR MONTHS. So I took off work early just to take him bowling for the very first time of his young life.

We hit the hippest bowling alley in town, which is not so hip at 3pm on a weekday, but still cool nonetheless. There are large screens at the ends of the alley where movie clips are interspersed with art from various artists. It's like bowling in a museum. I appreciate that they tried to infuse some sort of culture in there. I really enjoyed seeing the featured paintings.

He put on the cutest little bowling shoes you ever did see, and we were on our way. He rolled the first ball...and it stuck. Right there in the middle of the lane. No budge. At this point he announced, "Mommy. I am done bowling." Oh hell no. I just paid for a game for each of us, so this is happening. And it did. Of course I ended up doing most of the work which left me with a sore left butt cheek and a sore right shoulder. Those are the muscles I use for bowling apparently.
In the end, the Kid had the highest score. Don't ask me how that happened. Overall, it was quite an experience. One that left him more enthralled with the bowling shoes and the candy jar on the counter, than with the actual physical activity. Yeah. He's definitely my kid.

Dwight Schrute: Okay, first, let's go over some parameters. How many people can I fire?

So I pick up the Kid from school and realize...maybe I shouldn't speak.
At school.
Ever.

The Teacher: "When we line up to go outside - The Kid has a special place at the back of the line."
Jenn: "Oh really? Why's that?"
The Teacher: "Because he always tells me which of the kids are not paying attention or lined up nicely."
Jenn:" What...like a narc?"
The Teacher: "No. NO! He is my special little helper!"
Jenn: "Whatever. Sounds like a narc to me."

Thanks for all the kinds words. It was quite an experience to walk down the aisle and see my designs. I felt all mushy inside.

justJENN designs now at TARGET

So I've been keeping this secret for quite a while now, NO I am not pregnant again, but you will be the first to know (absolutely not). No, I am proud to announce that justJENN designs can now be found...at TARGET!

Who doesn't love Target? Communists, maybe. While it's not indie, or etsy, I am happy because people will finally see my work on a broader scope. It's validation that I am not too shabby. I need a t-shirt that says that by the way. 'I am not too shabby'. I think it will look great for job interviews. Here are pictures of the display. Yes, I snuck a camera into Target to take pictures because I am a big dork.

They can be found in the greeting card section of the store. I designed them to be 'funny', 'check box' style cards. There are 16 of them and I was happy to see one slot totally sold out. My website and logo are even on the back and everything!

The cards are designed specifically for Target and not availiable on my site, however, to celebrate I am offering a free set of four of my new 'thanks for the monkeys' glossy cards. There's always room for monkeys. There's another t-shirt. Damn. I should get into the t-shirt biz instead.

Look for justJENN designs in the greeting card aisle of selected Target stores throughout the country. And thanks!

I hear your heart beat next to meI'm in love with you, I mean what I say

I finally decided what to do with that Valentine's fabric. I sewed up these little pouches and I am going to send them out to a few friends. I didn't do a great job, and frankly, I'm a little disappointed in myself.

One thing that annoys me is that I lined the inside with this beautiful chocolate colored satin, but that made the 'whiteness' of the heart fabric look dirty. ANNOYING. I won't go into the many other things that are wrong with these little pouches, but what the hell, I'll just fill them with candy and hopefully people will be so doped up on sugar, they won't notice a thing.

Click on the picture to biggie size.

Happiness is...

When my kids were born I raised them to be Disney-fied. I took them to Disneyland almost every week (when I wasn't working). It's not the 'sell out, Disney is the devil' that I enjoy, it's the old vision that Walt had, a place with great imagination, making children happy.

There are 3 major theme parks in Los Angeles, Disneyland, Universal Studios, and the fledgling Knott's Berry Farm. Growing up, Knott's was a bigger deal than it is now. Now it's kind of tired, boring and only gets hyped for it's 'Halloween Haunt' and fried chicken dinners.

We decided to give it a go this weekend. Turns out Camp Snoopy was a great experience for kids. Plenty of rides, great visuals, and - because the park is so unpopular, NO LINES. Oh the joy of walking right onto a ride. The Kid had a grand old time, and even went on a ride all by himself. He was the youngest on there, (barely making the height requirement) and he was the only one who figured out how to raise and lower the plane. Ah, boy genius. ~wink~

We didn't spend any time in the main park, which is full of coasters for those love that sort of thing. It didn't matter, we had a full day as it was. While I have not abandoned my Disney loyalty, I definitely give Knott's props, for catering to the kiddies. I was pleasantly surprised.

Check out all the pics HERE.

*clap clap* "Wipers!"

My friend called me at 10pm tonight and asked what I was doing. I told him I was sewing. For fun. He said, "Who does that??" Just me, apparently.

One thing I refuse to do, REFUSE, is knit. I don't have the patience for it and it seems...lame. Not that I don't love me some knitted things. I just...have people who do that for me. sko_G is making the Kid a scarf as we speak. See? I have my own personal knitter. Much like a Queen.

There are other things I hate doing too. While I like doing laundry, I do not like folding it. I enjoy cooking - hate washing dishes. Now I just need to find people to do these things for me. The Queen has spoken.

What’s up, spinstas?

Tonight's Office was disturbing. Pervy Ben Franklin put me off. Instead I will talk about Top Design. That show is really...something...? What's up with all the lazy motherf*ers? I mean, it's hard work man, and the whole laze factor is annoying especially since I AM a designer and usually watching the show WHILE I am working. At night. From home. Hm. Lazy asses. I'm glad that woman who looks like Storm got voted off. You have to listen to your clients, people!

Also I am sulking at the fact that my beloved Morrissey is playing tomorrow and I do not have tickets. In fact, I didn't even try to get tickets. I am the worst little goth girl ever. There was a time when I saw him in L.A. then drove all the way to Northern Cal to see him the next day. That 'time' was 20 years ago by the way. Yikes. To take away the pain I will show you my new Paul Frank tee. SKURVY! And...NEW AWESOME WATCH. I *heart* glasses.