Wednesday, May 31, 2006

There is no spoon?

I don't go to the movies that often. But when THIS preview showed up, my heart stopped. Maybe it's just heartburn.

Spare me from the '...but crappy acting!' ... I'm watching it. And let me just insert my own joke here while we are at it...his acting is that bad that he needs a hand double? Ok, just saying.

I don't care if they titled this thing "Speed 3: This Time It's Personal", he's my future husband in my next life and that's all there is to it.


**I hear THIS GUY was supposed to be the lead and turned it down.
For those who care.
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Make you feel like a queen on a throne
Make him love you till you can't come down

Gosh, I love girl cartoons. On stamps, fabric, crafty stuff - anything. I'll buy it, cause I am a sucker.

This fabric was so funny, I laughed out loud. 'How to keep your husband' - "Maintain your weight," "Never annoy him." Well that's two strikes for me. What in the world would I use this for? A wedding shower? A tote bag for a feminist? That would be hilarious.

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Tuesday, May 30, 2006

It's impossible, Lois could never have Superman's baby.
Only someone like Wonder Woman has a strong enough uterus to carry his kid.

My friend, the one I've known for 24 years. The one who I remember sitting with on the floor of his room and reading comics. The one who has been waiting for a son just so he can name it after Spiderman?
The baby was born this weekend. I made him a soft little Spidey blankie. (I made it for the baby, not the father, although I'm sure the baby will be forced to share.) Boy this kid better love him some comics...


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She laughs at my dumb jokes when no one does

Is there anything a girl loves more than a Sharpie Ultra Fine Point Permanent Marker? Not this girl.

Despite the smell, they are perfection to me. Nothing sketches quite as smooth and quite as clean as this here marker.

I only have two, and they are on their last legs. I could go to a supply store and buy more, but why do that when I can get them PERSONALIZED! Oh baby, that is too awesome. Personalized! Just think of the horribly stupid things I could put on them! They'd go great with these notecards that I just made.


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Monday, May 29, 2006

So just pull on your hair, just pull on your pout

The nice thing about holiday weekend in Los Angeles, the streets are empty. Everyone goes back to their 'real home', or drives out of town to Vegas or SD, leaving the 405 to be mine all mine.

The malls are empty too, and Century City - er, Westfield Shoppingtown was giving away free Coke Blak. If this was my reward to sticking around, uh, I should have left town. However, I got to hear "Fascination Street" playing in the overhead mall sound system, so all is forgiven.
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Sunday, May 28, 2006

How long...
How long must we sing this song?

Sundays in this house, means the Farmer's Market. Every Sunday I go to find veggies for the week and pick up seasonal fruits. I was very happy to see the first cherries of the year! Yum!

I picked up some italian squash to make this side dish I saw Giada (Let's not discuss the boobs. Too late. It's in the comments) make on 'Everyday Italian'. She calls it 'Verdure al Forno', I call it baked zucchini.

It was very easy, and a nice side dish with pasta. Recipe HERE.

Friday, May 26, 2006

It's too late, it's too late, it's too late,
to cover what you've done

Aw, man. I forgot it was a holiday weekend. I should have left town or something. No wonder, when CDL called and wanted me to come to his house for a bbq, I was like...why? That boy. He only thinks about weiners.

I am expecting many packages in the mail. Two from amazon and one from Victoria's Secret. As it is, my mail never arrives on time, but with this holiday delay, I doubt I will ever see my stuff. Unless my mailman is listening to my cds while wearing my underwear. This is always a possibility.
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fundaMENTAL/fundamentalism

You would be amazed at the amount of things I have been cooking in the past few days. But who wants that when I can give you this:

O.G.: "I'm going to Camarillo tomorrow with your mom and Auntie Beck."
Jenn: "Why, you going outlet shopping?"
O.G.: "No we are taking a tour of that new campus, the one that used to be a mental institution."
Jenn: "So what you're telling me is...YOU are going to a mental institution."
O.G.: "Yes."
Jenn: "About time."

O.G.: "What do you think I should wear..."
Jenn: "I think 'sporty/casual' screams, 'I'm mental'. Go with that."
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Thursday, May 25, 2006

Augustus, mein schatz! That is not a good thing you do!

Hey Rachel Ray, stop making up words you crazy beyotch. "STOUP." F*ing "stew/soup."
I hate you.

Since she has a tv show full of crappy easy recipes, here's an even crappier/easier recipe.

Step 1: Make Rice Krispy treats.
Step 2. Throw mini M&M's in there.

The Kid made it. Choke on that Rachel Ray.

My kids are all grown up. While the Kid masters his cooking skillz, the baby ate solid food for the first time today. He's so huge it seemed cruel to deny him eats, considering that, while sitting on my lap yesterday he grabbed food right off my plate and attempted to shove it into his toothless mouth. Gone are the days of wanting boobs. Well, for now anyway.
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Wednesday, May 24, 2006

I was feeling cold and tired
yeah kinda sad and uninspired

This is how my personal design process works. I go to the craft store, buy any kind of random junk that fascinates me, then wait for inspiration. This usually strikes at 2am on a Friday night when I'll wake up and start sketching whatever odd things pop into my brain.

This time I woke up and decided to make a bag. One that used this fab fabric and these bamboo purse handles I had stored away. I decided to make it for a friend's upcoming birthday. Halfway through the sewing I thought, dammit, why didn't I just go to the mall and buy one of those stuffed bears holding a "BFF" heart, for Christ's sake. But I trudged on. And look, not too bad. It only took an hour from sketch to completion.

Let it be noted I could have just sewed the damn handles onto the fabric. That would have made life way easy. But since this is a gift, it's so much better to use strong velcro to hold the handles on, that way they can easily be removed for washing. See, I am nice sometimes. Don't get me started on the male vs. female sides of velcro. It just creeps me out velcro has to 'do it' in order to work. Ew.

I wonder what inspiration will strike next...
How I made this bag - HERE.
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Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Patsy: ''One snap of my fingers and I can raise hemlines so high the whole world's your gynecologist.''

Today is new music Tuesday. When I worked at the record store it meant a really long Monday night doing new product stock, but that also meant lots of loud music and dancing while doing product stock. Unless you had the manager with a penchant for death metal. Yeah, I hated those nights. This particular new music Tuesday is the release of Pet Shop Boys: Fundamental/Fundamentalism. I have been waiting for some electronic pop music to brighten my days.

Also, while I do throw down a big chunk of change at VS, I have doubts about anything that calls itself "The best bra in the WHOLE world." That is a bold statement, my friend.

While I'm on the shopping tip, a word to the wise: when you go to the mall, don't wear pants that are two sizes too big. Inevitably, your kid is going to jump on your leg and tug until you scramble in a panic to make sure there is no wardrobe malfunctioning going on.

I need new clothes.

**Let me clarify. The only reason my pants are too big is because I bought bigger sizes instead of maternity clothes. Thus making my small brain think, hey, at least it's not maternity clothes, let me just put these on anyway! I am a dumbass.
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Monday, May 22, 2006

Touch me, how can it be?
Believe me, the sun always shines on TV

Sometimes - when I sit there and go through the Tivo, I am so very tempted to delete things that aren't mine. Hey, I know that's wrong, I don't do it! But who needs 23 episodes of Samurai Champloo anyway?

I mean, that's precious space that I need to Tivo "Fever Pitch" cause I am not wasting a netflix on that, I'll tell you what. Oprah also told me to Tivo her "Legends Ball" but I'm not listening to her, cause she's not the boss of me. I guess I'll just have to explain to the Kid that, no, the Wiggles did NOT Tivo because Daddy feels the need to keep ALL of last season's Battlestar Galactica.
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Everybody's looking for someone to follow
Finding the whole thing hard to swallow

How sad that I am way more excited than the Kid over this:



96 crayons!! Think of the possibilities! I can't wait to draw something, but then all the tips will be ruined. Oh no. They are so perfect right now. I noticed that there are some new colors, that certainly didn't exist back in my day.



Oh and by the way, Le Pain Quotidien makes really big cookies.
Big mother f*ing cookies.
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Saturday, May 20, 2006

I can see paradise by the dashboard light

Yeah, I'm not leaving my house til at least August. This haircut...no good. I emailed T.O. and told her to forget hanging out in June, I can't leave the house until this thing grows out. I don't think she believed me. She did however, request that I start putting recipes up here again. That, I can do. She wanted something she could just put in the oven and be done with it.

This is probably the most un-appetizing picture ever, but good lord, is there any way to make meatloaf look good? As my brother would say, "It's a loaf...of meat." I am not really a fan of meat, but this here is one of the best tasting meatloaf recipes you will find. I've altered it several times until it worked for me.

More importantly, I just love my special 'meatloaf pan'. It's a double pan, the top one has holes so that the oil drains straight into the second one. Brilliant. Makes me want to eat meat. A whole loaf of it.

If you have any recipes you are looking for, or want me to try, put in your requests. Just let me know. I'm here for you, baby.
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Friday, May 19, 2006

Hey Halpert, keep an eye on her.

Anything can be fixed by a boy bringing you flowers. Well, it's obvious when things are going good around here, I started crafting again. When things are good, I pile on the work. When things are bad, I do jack. I guess it should be the opposite, but hey, I'm an enigma.

I talk about the hard times with these kids, only because I'm not a real fan of those mommy blogs: "My child is the smartest ever!," cause it's not real. However, that being said, this week has been a total turn around. The screaming...over! It's like a light went on, actually - literally, a light went on. We discovered that turning the light on and keeping the door open makes the Kid stop screaming and just plain...zzz...sleep. Huh. And the baby, well, he's just doin' his baby thing. That is one calm kid. That one's obviously, not mine.

Ah, yes, life is good. With that, I give you the sweetest moment ever.


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Thursday, May 18, 2006

spit happens

It's time to start crafting again. I have a load of fabrics that I should do something with. Up first, a baby blanket. I like this Snoopy fabric because it has an edge pattern. It makes it look like I did a lot of work, when I did absolutely nothing. Well, I added a yellow flannel backing and some batting. And I edge stitched it. Ok, dammit, I did a lot!!

From babies to the elderly. When you get old and blind, you get messy. As in, food not quite making it to your mouth. I made a bunch of "adult bibs" for my Grandpa, mostly of dress shirt material, complete with ties.

Of course, I made matching ones for the Kid cause it was too damn funny to see them worn together. My Grandpa liked them so much he wears them even when he's not eating. I think I need to make some that look like Hawaiian shirts.
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Wednesday, May 17, 2006

what not to wear

As I sat there looking in the bathroom mirror, the 20 pound baby on my left hip, spitting up, the the Kid peeing on my leg (potty training), I thought to myself, "Damn, I am one fine looking woman!" No, I didn't say that. I didn't say that at all. I thought, yikes do I need a makeover.

I am going to a new place to get a haircut this weekend. Changing hairstylists is a scary proposition. You will either find the highest joy you have ever known (rare) or sit crying in your car as you look into the rear view mirror (likely). At this point, I'm desperate, so I'll take my chances.

If this turns out badly, at least I don't have any pressing social engagements that require me to leave my house for the next few months. And just in case, I always have a hat.
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Tuesday, May 16, 2006

and here we go, life's waiting to begin

Random things.

1. Tom Delonge thinks he can 'save rock and roll' by blatantly stealing U2 licks? I thought that was U2's job anyway. Good luck with that.

2. The Kid has been hooked on Toy Story 1 & 2 for over a week now. It's like crack. We only watch 10 minutes, then pause it, but that's ALL DAY LONG. I am officially sick of Tom Hanks. Sure I didn't like him before, but what with the DaVinci Code previews, now I'm really sick of him. Maybe I just hate long hair.

3. Look at this box of flashcards that my Kid got as a gift. It's hilariously nerdy. That saying should be made into a t-shirt. For nerds. Still, I'm down with anything that comes with a monkey.


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Monday, May 15, 2006

A year has passed since I wrote my note

Gosh, do I love drive thrus. Not because I'm fat and lazy, which I am, but that has nothing to do with this story. I never used drive-thrus before. I didn't eat a lot of fast food, and if I did, I just walked in. Still, that's not EVEN the kind of drive-thru I am talking about!

In L.A. we have drive-thrus for everything. I never noticed them - until I needed them. With two kids, you must be mad-crazy if you think I'm going to strap them in, take them out, then strap them back in. Hello, that's like massive time wasted right there. Instead, I'll just get all my errands done without ever turning off the car.

Bank? Drive-thru. Pharmacy? Drive-thru. Starbucks? Drive-right-on-thru. Dry cleaners? You got it.

As with all drive thrus, there is a little bit of a wait time. While idling at Starbucks today, I noticed the store next door had a new sign. This is why I should not be given a cameraphone. I am a self appointed member of the Grammar Police.* Bad grammar is our sworn enemy that we fight to banish from this planet. Or...we'll just take pictures of it and laugh mockingly, either or. Wanna join?

Whatever, this is what I saw today. No less than two grammatical errors, one of which was repeated.**
So. Annoying.


*Grammar Police is totally my new band name and we will be playing with Scrantonicity next week at the Troubadour, thanks for asking.
**I do realize that 'till' is sometimes used in place of 'til' but that is still wrong in my book since the root word, 'until' has only one 'l'.
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But in my life I loved you more.

Rubber Soul is a great album. It was the turning point of the Beatles, not only in how they were influenced, but who they influenced. It set us up for even greater things to come.

I used to own all the Beatles records. By records I mean vinyl. Albums, rarities, picture discs, I had a ton. When record players went out of style, I sold all of it, ALL OF IT on ebay.

For some reason I never re-bought any of them. It just didn't 'sound' the same to me on cd. Finally, Capitol has released eight of the albums in two sets, in both mono and stereo versions. How could I NOT buy them? Now they are home with me where they belong. You don't know how happy this makes me.

Some mornings, I sing "In My Life" to the baby. Don't worry, no one can hear me but him. Either he doesn't like the Beatles, or he doesn't like my singing. I hope it's not the former, but then again when he got me up 4am, we sat and watched 80s videos on VH-1, and he sure was jamming to LL Cool J. Oh well. Everyone's a critic. At least I know I sound better than this.
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Sunday, May 14, 2006

There'll be tears before your bedtime,
you mark my words

Why have things been so bad lately? Well, all that crap about the 'terrible twos', it's all come true. Right. Now.

My once charming boy, who could make my heart melt with his smile, and never had a bad disposition, well, he's made me want to grab him and scream at the top of my lungs. He has turned 28 months, and at this moment, has decided that screaming bloody murder at 4am, and not wanting to sleep or nap, is A-OK. It is not.

I know this is just a phase. I know it will pass. But as I sit outside of his door listening, I cry. I cry because I am angry, and it's not his fault, it just feels like this will never end. Will he be 30 years old and still doing this to me?

I look at the baby and hope he's not taking mental notes for when it's his turn in 18 months. I wonder if I will be around then, or will I have packed my bags and moved to a far off destination where no one will find me.

Whenever you complain, people always say, 'that's why I don't want kids.' I can understand that. It's hard work. But if you try your best, and give them lots of love, maybe they'll appreciate it. Is it worth it...just for that maybe? Those without kids would say no. But I think it is. I can't express how it feels, the deepest love you will ever feel for another human being. It's indescribable.

Ask me again in 30 years when I'm still sitting by his door crying at 4am. Then maybe I'll change my tune.



mother's day cards.
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Saturday, May 13, 2006

They say,
"Martin maybe one day you'll find true love."

Here's a song for your Saturday.
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Friday, May 12, 2006

...I wanna be more than that.



Um. WOW. What exactly should I say about the Office? Well...I knew the Pam/Jim thing was going to have to go in that direction, seeing as how that's how season one of the BBC ended. HOWEVER, totally opposite of the BBC one -- I was not expecting THE END. Not at all. Yikes. I mean really yikes!

Oh the heartache when Jim said, "I'm in love with you." Not just, "I love you," but "I'm in love with you." It makes a difference you know. I'm glad Jim did/said what he did. It was a relief. Especially for the viewers, although now we have to wait til next season. The episode did make me want to eat eight maraschino cherries, though. Eight.

As far as this weekend goes, as well as calling your own mother, you might want to take the time and call someone you know, who just happens to BE a mother. Just let them know that they are appreciated. It's a good feeling. I received a super nice Mother's Day card from a friend. It made me kind of teary that someone cared enough to send it to little ol' me. Aw.
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Thursday, May 11, 2006

me. age 7.

Man. I can't concentrate or something. Those shower invitations, I had to redo them three times. What the...? I never do things like that. First a printing error. Then a cutting error. Then an 'I am dumb error.' I am seriously losing my mind.

I had to pull out old photo albums for my brother's wedding. I found tons of baby pictures of myself and I was kind of shocked to see that my kids look just like me. Scary. If I had a girl, I guess this is what she would look like.
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Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Well you're the real tough cookie
with the long history

O.G.: "The Kid was punching me yesterday."
Jenn: "What! Dammit, I don't want him doing things like that."
O.G.: "That's ok, I punched him back."
Jenn: "WHAT? !?!"
O.G.: "Eh. It was fun."
Jenn: "Nice example you set."
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Tuesday, May 09, 2006

The highest of highs, the lowest of lows

Half a tank.

Monday, May 08, 2006

Get yourself a wife. Get yourself a job.
You're living a dream. Don't you be a slob

If I could, I'd live in Pasadena. It's has a nice small town feel, but is still a big city. There are houses with big yards, excellent restaurants and lots of street life. When I lived there, I walked places. I know, gasp. Me walking. More importantly, there is great architecture. All the things I love.

Oh. Did I mention the heat? Motherf*ck, does this say 113 degrees? Yes. Yes it does. I think people in Hell go to Pasadena for vacation. I love that town, but I hate heat more than anything else.

That being said, one of my best friends lives out there, and thank god it's been mild temps, cause she hosted a nice dinner party at her house. At 4pm, there is no heat, only lovely sun and nice breezes. Seeing as how I was alone, and how I was dying to see my friends, I was forced to bring the kids, thus making myself the lone person there with children. Hey, she told me to bring them. Don't blame me.

She has a historic home, with a nice yard, and there were appetizers and wine before dinner. My friends got good and sloshed and that's when they decided that playing with the kids was more fun than talking to the other adults.

Taking care of two kids by yourself sucks ass, thank you. I never want to do that again. The weird thing? No one asked where my husband was. He was very disappointed that no one cared. Maybe they just all assumed I was a single mom. Even if he did leave me, it'd be quick because he'd just wear his entire wardrobe out the door.
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Pam: "It’s my wedding. And I don’t want anyone there who has called me a hussy"

I spent hours drawing up a sakura blossom on Friday, only to be unsatisfied and abandon the whole thing. Some days being creative can be so much fun that you don't even notice the time go by. Today it was a pain in my butt. So I took a break and did this handwriting thing for flickr. The look of everyone's handwriting was really interesting.

The artwork is for invitations for a shower. I haven't done weddings in years, mostly cause brides BE CRAYZAY. However, I do make exceptions for non-crazy good friends.

As far as the wedding in September, the bridesmaid's dresses are selected! (Type in style 312.) It's pretty and...yikes...a little curve hugging, so I am slightly worried. At least I can always use the excuse that I just had a baby. Or when the pictures come, I can do stuff....cause I'm kind of an expert at photoshop.
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Sunday, May 07, 2006

Edina: “What are you drinking Patsy?”
Pats:"Chanel No.5"

I'm such a font whore. Not that this is a particularly nice font, it's just...clean. I like clean lines. So when I saw the big Famima! sign as I was driving, I nearly drove off the side of the road. I like the functionality of this place, plus I love sandwiches.
So make that 'design whore.'
No - wait.
'Sandwich whore.'
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Saturday, May 06, 2006

How can you say,
I go about things the wrong way?

Someone explain how I married this person?

(Opening his suitcase)
Jenn: "Why aren't you packed! Where are all your clothes?"
(Lifting his shirt to reveal three layers of clothing)
Husband: "I'm wearing everything I'll need."

That. Is. Ridiculous.
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Friday, May 05, 2006

MS: "I am Superman. The people who work here are citizens of Gotham City."
Jim & Dwight: "That’s Batman."
MS: "I work with a bunch of nerds."

While I'm no fan of role playing games...
AW... a goth girl and a geek.
Cute.

Total nerd, that I am, I emailed Kevin Smith, knowing full well he'd email me back. Say what you want about him, I love him because - well, he's loyal to his fans. Which only makes his fans...more loyal.

I wanted to know if he was going to be at SDCC, and he is. It only took one call to KFC, and the boy bought his plane tickets. Now I have someone to sit around with me. If you've never heard Kevin speak live, it's goddam hilarious.
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Thursday, May 04, 2006

Can you imagine if I was deranged?

I should really wait to share my emotions until after I've slept for a while. With yesterday being craptastic and all, of course, today was a dream. We 'played bubbles', took some nice sepia pictures (my favorite of all fave things) and had a pretty good time. Damn kids. They are screwing with my mind. Don't worry. Tomorrow I'll have self-doubts again.

Anyway. I know what you're here for. I'm nothing, if not accomodating to your needs. The Office had me laughing so much I think I need to see it again, cause there were too many things that made me crack up.

I found myself cringing a little when Jim confessed to Pam. However, the possibility of them being apart was no where near as heartbreaking as when it happened on the BBC Office. As much as I love Pam and Jim, I am still a purist, and 'Tim and Dawn' trumps everything when it comes to breaking my little heart.

Total cheeeeze factor, but THIS should hold your 'JAM' fix til next week's 40 minute finale. Remember making mixed tapes for someone you really really adored? Aw. Or maybe I'm just a dork. Shut up. My shaolin temple style defeats your monkey style.
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Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Dwight: "Hello tiny one. You are the future."

So I get a spam email titled, "Are you a good mom?" Holy crap. The subject line made me stop in my tracks. It almost put me into tears. Cause the answer, I'm sure of it, is no.

I try. I mean my kids aren't doing crack as of yet, but give them a minute, they're only infants. I try to do all the right things and I try to be a good mom, but I'm just...not good at it. Sure, I am lucky that I don't have THOSE kids- you know the ones you see at the mall, screaming bloody murder as they are being dragged from the store. Yes. Thank god for that. Cause I don't know what I'd do for real. However, since my kids AREN'T like that, then what's my problem? Why do I feel like such a failure?

Coincidentally, today, all over the news is the story about how stay at home moms, if paid, should be making $130k a year. I can see how they came to that conclusion, only because the job entails, not only cooking, cleaning, teaching and the like, but also raising a tiny being into a decent human. That's tough.

But it's not about the money. It's about the fact that I love my kids and I feel like I am failing them. I tell them I love them, I read them books in bed, and I kiss their little foreheads all day long. Still I feel like I am the last person on earth who should be taking care of them cause I suck so badly. Sure the kids aren't complaining - I am. I just feel like I have no idea what I'm doing.

Well. It doesn't look like anyone's going to be cutting me a $130k check anytime soon. Maybe I just need a hug. *sigh*
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kicking in chairs and knocking down tables

My grandfather has Parkinson's disease. The only reason this is mildly amusing is because of the ridiculous way we found out about it. Apparently the doctor - for over a year - would call to confirm appointments. My grandpa would intercept these calls, and cancel said appointments, without O.G.'s knowledge. Finally, now he is in the advanced stages of Parkinson's, simply due to his own crazy sabatoge.

They put him on this medication that causes 'hallucinations.' One day O.G. heard him yelling from his chair and he started throwing all kinds of stuff in front of him. Anything he could find. The table. The chair. Cheetos. He had 'hallucinated' that someone was coming to stab him with a knife. Being immobile, his form of self defense was to throw things in front of him, I suppose, to throw the guy off. Cause lord knows Cheetos would make a potential killer run in the other direction.

It was all very 'Rear Window.' But with chips.

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Yeah I gotta get the hell outta this town,
everybody’s looking upside down

Oh no! *sob* He's totally leaving me and never coming back!
If only he could open the gate. Mwahaha...


Those are the rules of jinx,
and they are unflinchingly rigid.


You want "Office" rehash? You get rehash!! Although a little late.

If you are a gushy girl like me, you probably thought the 'jinx' thing was too cute. Especially the whole “hi/hey” scene, where Pam brings Jim a Coke. In a podcast interview, Jenna Fischer (Pam) said that was a last minute thing that was added on the fly, and that when she watched the scene back on Thursday night, these were her thoughts:

"How f*cking adorable was John Krasinski? And why is Pam not jumping on his lap and smothering him with kisses? It tore my heart out."

Aw. Just two more episodes, and from what I hear, things will only get better...
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Monday, May 01, 2006

Bright lights. Dark room.

Where was I?
I was in Vegas, baby!
Highlights/revelations? Sure...

1. Why is a 3-1/2 hour drive to Vegas so much easier than a 2 hour drive to San Diego? Driving to SD sucks.

2. I found out that I can totally be a single mom...IF I had three nannies. Good lord. WHAT A LOT OF WORK. Lots of bonding time with the kids though.

3. Even though I was gone, Nanette and I still emailed each other thursday night, "...did you see Pam & Jim..." "...jinx, sooo cute..." "...high from a lip ring..." We are dorks.

4. Roulette and I have an odd relationship. I give it faith and devotion and it gives me buckets of money. LOADS. (Guess how much. Go ahead.) Sure it's not love, but it's still satisfying.

5. It's amazing that people still dress like hoochies in their mid-40s'. Just when does that get old? Someone should make a chart so that I am aware.

The real reason I went to Vegas? To see Depeche Mode at the Hard Rock Hotel on Sunday night. How was it? Well...let's just say that the difference between Vegas and L.A. is that out here - they are gods. Everyone knows every word, every move, every note. They don't, say...walk out in the middle of an excellent acoustic version of "Shake the Disease." *sigh* Oh well. Most people were probably comped tickets and drunk and just happy to be outside. Oh yeah. It was outside, 'concert under the stars'. Nice weather though.

I had fun anyway - while my cousin, (like when we saw Erasure) lamented our lost youth and the fact that we are no longer in our 20s'. True, it's hard to go to bed at 1am and get up to two kids at 6am. Not something I'd recommend.
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