Friday, June 30, 2006

my little mochi

The past few days I've felt incredibly cranky. NO, more than normal, thanks. I've yelled at the kids, I've yelled at myself. I just wanna kind of hole up and close my eyes for a bit. When I wake up I hope to be surrounded by pink mochi.

Oh sweet, sweet mochi, you make me really happy, but only the pink ones. Ever since I was a kid, I ONLY ate the pink ones. I don't know why. I am incredibly loyal, to brands, to friends, and mostly, to pink mochi. Sure I'll eat any pink mochi, but we all know that the BEST are from Sakura-ya in Gardena. This is FACT.

(Click for biggie smalls.)

You can see I was eating one for breakfast while I made my shopping list. I must have pink on the brain, probably cause of the shower that I am throwing, of which I am in full effect, yeah! All shower biz, all the time. It's taken all of my time recently, and you can see the progress HERE if you are interested.

If every day started with pink mochi, I might smile just a little bit more.

Thursday, June 29, 2006

Chicken little

I have told you previously about my love of mochiko. It's all purpose rice flour that makes things from yummy desserts to great main dishes.

Seeing as how it's a holiday weekend, here's a recipe that's good for parties. If you're going to one. If you're not, just eat it at home by yourself - more for you! Mochiko chicken. Gosh I love this stuff. Think of it as a sweet Japanese fried chicken. I've ordered it at some local places and it always disappoints. So I took it upon myself to find the best way to make it and I think I've found it.

More recipes coming up, as I'm sure that's about all I'll be doing this weekend.

Here's my recipe for Mochiko Chicken.

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

If lovin' trains is WONG, I don't wanna be right

So I finished the Thomas invites. I added a little train track and now it looks way more train-like.

(click for big-ness)

Doing these made me remember a story, involving O.G., who else? If you have kids, you may know that Thomas trains all have their names printed on the bottom. That way when your kid exclaims, "MOMMYY? WHERE'S ELIZABETH?" You know who the hell he's talking about. I told this to O.G. so that she'd be able to figure it out when she's babysitting the Kid.

So we all go to the doctor's office the other day, and in the middle of the waiting room is a giant train table filled with trains. As with most kid's doctor's offices, things get taken, so the doctor put labels on all the trains so that they wouldn't get lost. Leave it to O.G. to pick up the train and say, "Oh, this one's named DR.WONG." I didn't know how to break it to her that, no, the train was not named Dr. Wong, it was simply labeled that way. She figured it out herself when she picked up one train after another and said, "Hm..they're all named...Dr. Wong..." Yeah.

(one of our trains, on the left - the doctor's personal trains, on the right)


Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Long in the tooth and short on wisdom
Up to here with the ache of it

My husband and I have made a deal that we've been trying out for a few weeks now. He comes home early and goes in to work early (this is a relative term, as 'early' to me is 6am, early to him is 10am) except for Wednesday nights, when he can stay at work as long as his dedicated-butt, wants.

What do I get out of this? A break from the kids, and not going completely insane. What does he get out of it? He doesn't get divorced, that's what. Oh and time with his kids, yeah, that.

I half suspect that he chose Wednesday night because he knows it's 'trash night.' That is - the night you have to take the cans out for pick up the next morning. Inevitably, every Wednesday night, I climb into bed, lay my head down, only to sit up and yell, "OH, SHIT!" Then I have to run outside, and steathily hope the neighbors don't notice that I am half dressed pulling yucky trash cans behind me. Luckily the cans are almost as tall as I am, so I can hide behind them if need be.

After this is done, I climb back in to bed, only to have my husband arrive home minutes later, EVERY. TIME. What is he hiding down the street, pointing and laughing? Dammit. I should just wait 10 minutes next time.

A pirate walks into a bar, barman asks why he's got a steering wheel tucked into his pants. He replies, "Yaaaargh, they're drivin' me nuts!"*

*That joke is stolen from Giao, that sicko.

That dumb joke made me laugh, which is good cause I feel kinda down. So to distract myself, from sadness AND work I'm supposed to be doing, I have started to plan the Baby's 1st birthday party. You heard right. Yes, it's 5 months away, but if you recall, those things are a massive deal, mostly to my in-laws from Hawaii.

For the Kid's birthday two years ago, I handmade and designed everything from the tablecloths to the favors. It was such a smashing success that I even got a little write up in a magazine, which was nice. I think a big party is ridiculous and I'd love to say forget it, HOWEVER - lord knows I don't want the baby to come to me in 20 years and be all, "I'm totally a crackhead because you didn't give me the same kind of 1st birthday party as my brother." Nope, don't want to hear that.

This time around, I've got it all planned out, and it's all pirate, baby! Why, I have no idea. It has nothing to do with PotC coming out, I've just got pirates on the brain. So I started drawing up some cartoon pirate versions of my kids. I think I will use these in the invitation somehow.

Anyway, now that that's more distractions. Honest. No really. Stop looking at me like that. that a shiny object over there...?

Monday, June 26, 2006

Look now, look all around, there's no sign of life.
Voices, another sound, can you hear me now?

This is O.G.'s fridge. I laughed heartily and exclaimed, "How about turning the damn thing on??" Cause seriously, it doesn't work if you don't turn the hearing aid on, ya dig? Click on the above pic if you want to know what all that other crap is on her fridge.

Sunday, June 25, 2006

Come, Armageddon! Come!

If Morrissey was right and everyday IS like Sunday, then someone shoot me. Instead of doing things that I am supposed to be doing, I decided to do something totally unnecessary. Most people would procrastinate by watching tv, I choose to tackle a craft project for no good reason.

I bought these super cute coinpurse frames that have been taunting me, sitting on my desk. Seeing as how I am swamped, I decided to take a break and try one out. BAD IDEA. Two hours later I am craft hell, and the neighbors are probably wondering who's screaming, "GODDAM COINPURSE!" out the window. The sewing was a breeze, but how the heck do you get these f*ckers to clamp shut? Pliers they tell me. Right. It ain't working.

I felt teary. And stressed. And who gives a damn cause these aren't for anyone in particular, but I go nuts when I can't finish something. So instead...I made this bag to give as a gift. Tell me, which fabric do YOU think is better?

I, of course, felt complete satisfaction that the stupid bag only took 30 minutes, but that coinpurse still sits in the back of my mind...taunting me.

Saturday, June 24, 2006

Now Milton, don't be greedy, let's pass it along and make sure everyone gets a piece.

Lemon Bundt Cake

This rose cake pan always gets oohs and aahs. I'm a sucker for the oohing and aahing. It makes me feel like I've done something good. One person asked me if I hand carved this thing. HA. Uh...I probably would have tried something like that before...but I'm not totally insane, thanks.

This used to be a Williams-Sonoma lime cake recipe. I changed it. It's good. Try it. Or come over and I'll feed you some. Whatever, lazy.

Recipe HERE.

ahhh...that's better

Boy, I am really getting mail love lately! Uh, that's MAIL love, not MALE love. In case you're reading this out loud. Which, why would you? Anyway.

Today I got a 'thank you' from Joyce. A zippered pouch, in amazingly beautiful fabric. Geez, her handiwork makes me want to pack up my stuff and never do crafts again. Good god, I suck. After she stops being diabetic - when you're pregnant, it comes and goes - she will get some nice sugary things from me.

I also received a card from Cynthia, who makes THE cutest girlie illos. You know how I love the girlie. This card made me laugh out loud. It's pretty fitting for a relaxing weekend...

Friday, June 23, 2006

That's what a hamburger's...all about.

If there's one thing O.G. loves, it's MEAT. Tons of it. I think this is why I didn't eat meat for all those years, cause of the stuff she force fed me as a child. Of course, after I got pregnant the second time, now I crave meat like crazy. Which, to her, is much cause for celebration, because I willingly, even OFFER to take her to places that will cook up some yummy dead animal. Mmm...boy.

Recently, we went to The Counter. It's a designer's dream - build your own burger! That's why I like this place. No one tells me what to do! I said guacamole on my burger, dammit! And let me really kill myself and throw a fried egg on top of it all! EW. Anyway, O.G. LOVED the place sooo much she even wrote up a review for you. Gotta give the old lady her props.

The Counter - by O.G.
"Since this was my first time at this restaurant, I chose the usual burger ingredients: 1/3lb meat, Bermuda onions, lettuce blend and tomatoes. I also chose the roasted garlic aioli sauce - all on a hamburger bun.
The whole thing was perfect - the meat was thick and cooked to medium, it was excellent in flavor, moisture and tenderness. The bun was different from the usual bready dome. It was flat in shape making the bread crust very tasty.
Since I didn't order any 'special' toppings, the bun lay on top easily and was simple to cut and eat in hand.
Next time I think I will try some other unusual cheeses and toppings...Danish Blue Cheese, roasted chilies, avocado & Russian dressing, maybe in a bowl!"

She said she'd like to go back and order only meat. Gross. She also said this is one of the BEST burgers she has EVER eaten. Since she's been alive for 85 years, that's saying a lot.

Thursday, June 22, 2006

He's the cheeky one

I have about 75 million things up my sleeve. Things I can't even tell you about. The amount of stuff I am working on right now is amazing, even for me. But it all has to come to a stop. A STOP. Because 'bffjeninatlanta' needs invites - it's her son's birthday.

I no longer do custom invitations. They are a lot of work, and honestly, the customers were bastards. Now I only do custom work by request or if it's for a really really good friend.

Adam is turning two, and much like my Kid, he's jumped on the Thomas...train. So to speak. Little boys are on the dope for this stuff and it's a big deal. I always try and do something different that you can't buy in the store, so seeing as how this is a train theme and all, I went with movement. As in a sliding 'pull' card. See, you pull Thomas to reveal the invitation! Will I be showing you how I did this? Absolutely not. I don't show all my secret tricks. Flickr or click on the image to see the action.

Happy Birthday Adam.

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Pam: "Ok, sometimes the gift is really about the gesture, you know? Like, what it means instead of what it is."
Dwight: "You mean... like a ham?"

You know, I was just lamenting the fact that I never get mail anymore. No letters. No packages. No love, baby.

Then, like magic! (Uh, not at all like magic, really.) Two things suddenly appear on my doorstep! The first, a 'Say Anything' sticker from Kristen at Mood Swing! Yay for Cusack love!! I'm more of a 'Better Off Dead' kinda gal, but that's cause I like dumb things. Still. Sticker. FOR ME!

Then today, after his walk with O.G., the Kid comes into the house declaring, "MOMMMYY!! PRESENTS!!" What the hell? I didn't order anything...I opened the box and just about died laughing. Awesome Nanette sent me a 'Dwight Schrute' bobblehead. Ridiculous! She is crazy and I love her dearly. And it's totally staring at me right now. NO. Seriously. Look at the eyes....they follow you...

"Hello tiny one. You are the future."


And you may ask yourself - Well...How did I get here?

How do people get to this blog? Well, if you're not one of the tons of people who were sent here by a certain Boy's unabashed love for me, or by blush-worthy praise of my craft-tastic abilities, then it's probably by searching song lyrics. Cause you know I gots the hook up with the lyrics.

Hm. That or you were looking for 'Andrew Dan Jumbo - shirtless.'
Uh, sorry to disappoint. You. Whoever. Was looking for that.

So really, if you don't mind me asking, how DID you get here, anyway?
Don't worry, your secret's safe with me.

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Dinkin' flicka

I have been scouring flickr lately, looking for projects that I have worked on. For some of the international ones, this is my only chance to see my buildings at all. I have 'favorited' a few of them, which is a big deal cause I don't hand out the 'favorites' that easily.

Does that make me a freaky stalker? I wonder what the people - whose pictures I add as a *fave* - think I'm doing exactly? Like, "This random girl who takes pictures of her shoes thinks that me on vacation is AWESOME." No. Sorry baby, I don't think you doing the fingergun in EVERY picture is at all exciting.

Still, it's nice to see people taking pictures of something you spent time on. It's fascinating to see what they find interesting about it. These are things that I've worked on in Hong Kong, Madrid, New York, Paris, Germany, China and outer space.

You can't really see the building I worked on in this picture, but trust me, it's there. Just to the left of Wonder Woman's ass.

Little Pea hated all of it.

This is a GREAT book. A sweet story with adorable drawings. Try to ignore my annoying voice and concentrate on the cute voice.

this is an audio post - click to play

(Click to read along)

From the book, "Little Pea" by Amy Krouse Rosenthal and Jen Corace.
A reading by the Kid and yours truly.

Sunday, June 18, 2006

Summer's here and the time is right

It's hot. Holy hot damn it's super freakin' hot. And it's only June? Kill me now.

Summer has arrived, and you know what's back? Skorts. Not normally a fan of combo names (i.e. spork, Brangelina), I do however, *heart* skorts. They look like mini skirts, but are actually shorts. It's a whole lotta fabric, which can make you look hippy. As in thick. Who cares, they are still cute.

The thing is, YOU know you are wearing shorts but you forget, and you tend to sit...unladylike. So cross your legs and bust out the skorts. Summer is here.

Saturday, June 17, 2006

Patsy: "My mother didn't give birth -
she had something removed."

Nan: "Jenny! You lost so much weight!"
Jenn: "Uh, last time I saw you...I was PREGNANT. Hello."
Nan: "Still. You looked FAT."
Jenn: "You of course understand, that there was a baby...inside of me."
Nan: "Your boobs are still huge, but at least you're not AS fat. You look thin now."

Jenn: "Gee...thanks...?"

By the way - this is my other Grandma. Oh yes. I have two. And oh yes, they are both crazy. I assume she looks at people this way because she is a dressmaker. Then again, maybe she's just nuts.

I'm thinking this weight must be have been dropping for some time - even before the baby, and I just never noticed. Probably cause everyone tells me that I'm fat. So I believe them, and I buy big sizes. Whatever, I'm not going to stop eating cookies, I'll tell you what.

Lately all my clothes are baggy, I know this. I must be walking around looking like TLC circa 1992. Now I can dress like TLC circa 2002.
Or not.
Most likely not.

Friday, June 16, 2006

The way you stir your coffee, like an angel in the morning

This weekend is Will's birthday. I'd make him a giant cake, but I would not jump out of it, as he would most likely try to impregnate me, even if I told him not to.

This brings me back to the important stuff, that is, CAKE. Cake is good. I like cake. Some ideas for making cake? "Screw Pine Cake." No. I am not making anything with the word SCREW in it, not to mention the fact that the f*cker has 20 eggs in the recipe. Blueberry Boy Bait? That seems to scream the opposite of 'Hey, impregnante me!" which is nice.

No, when it comes to cake you can go many ways, but since I LOVE COFFEE, why not incorporate it into the recipe? These little latte cakes are nice, not too sweet and very yummy. They also taste amazing with coffee glaze or a bourbon glaze, but if you don't have the time, well, they are just fine on their own.

You can make them in a traditional bundt pan, but I went the mini route. I like giant things, and I like mini things. I do not like normal sized in between things. I am weird like that.
Recipe, HERE.

Thursday, June 15, 2006

Don't carry a purse bigger than your head.

I stole this idea from Jen, since I had just cleaned my purse now's a good time.

This is my fave of all purses, cause it's huge and holds all kinds of 'necessities' when you still wanna be a stylish mom. It's a Kate Spade Grand Street purse - (pricey as hell, but I paid for it by returning xmas gifts, shh.) not too heavy, love the boxy look, and it's named after my favorite place in New York, SOHO.

Inside the purse? on the flickr pic to see what's what. If you care. But don't rob me, I'm broke - you'll only find snacks and lip products.

Wednesday, June 14, 2006


Today we went to the Japanese American Museum. It's a beautiful building, with some interesting exhibits. One of the permanent collections is the sad history of how the Japanese were put into concentration camps.

There are actual barracks, of where they were forced to live, and lots of pictures of what life was like, before, during and after they were rounded up by the government, and forced to throw away the lives they once knew.

If you turn the corner, on the second floor, right above the sign that says, "NO JAPS," there's a picture....of O.G., taken over 70 years ago. It's nice to be remembered forever, hanging in a museum, although not for that reason.

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

David:"Now you do not punish someone, Dutch or otherwise, for having big boobs."
Gareth: "If anything, they should be rewarded."

I have been gone for a few days - the baby could care less. I don't think he likes me much. The Kid, on the other hand, can't live without me. He has been needy to the extreme since I've been back.

At any given time, he'll just climb into my lap, lay his head on me and nestle his pokey hair under my chin. It's endearing and quite lovely. That is until he turns around, grabs my chest and yells, "BOOBS!"

Boys are lame.

And if a ten ton truck, kills the both of us,
to die by your side, well the pleasure the priviledge is mine

O.G. "So they made me go to senior citizen's driver's ed."
Jenn: "A fine idea."
O.G.: "Did you know that old people are really bad drivers?"
Jenn:"Uh, you realize that when they say "old people" they are talking about YOU."
O.G.: "They told us that one-eyed people are not allowed to drive."
Jenn:"What the...? You mean like a cyclops? Or a pirate?"
O.G. : "I think they mean me since I am blind in one eye."
Jenn: "Remind me to buy you a pirate eye patch. And a parrot for your shoulder."


Monday, June 12, 2006

I don't like cities but I like New York...
other places make me feel like a dork

So this weekend I went to Namibia and had a baby. Oh no, wait. That wasn't me.

Actually, three friends and I went to New York...for 24 hours. Think of it as sort of an excursion related to the BSE. It was a ridiculously short amount of time, but we saw a lot! These girls, love to eat. Of course they are all skinny, and they lived up to their full potential and actually ate from morning until night. While me, not skinny, AND not an eater -I took pictures of them and pointed and laughed.

For their eating tour, I think their highlight was dinner at Iron Chef Morimoto's new Manhattan restaurant. The food really was pretty impressive, with the girls downing no less than 5 appetizers as well as full entrees. I was more taken with restaurant itself, which was designed by Tadao Ando, and had those crazy 'japanese toilets' in the bathroom. It was also exciting to see Morimoto himself, 10 feet away, working the sushi bar.

Places we went in 24 hours: Soho, Chelsea Market, Times Square, Rockefeller Center, Central Park, 5th Avenue, Time Warner Center, Morimoto, Serendipity.

Serendipity's frozen hot chocolate at 2am is always a nice way to end a trip.

Friday, June 09, 2006

Jim: "If people didn't buy their paper from us...well I guess they could just go to Staples."

I love flowers. When my Husband and I started dating he told me he would 'Never buy me flowers, ever.' I thought to myself, 'Ha, right!' Uh, he wasn't lying. Just great.

So what's a crafty girl to do but take matters into her own hands. Paper flowers from these 'kits' from Paper Source. If only goddam Paper Source had told me that the petals weren't pre-punched, why, I probably would have re-thought this whole thing. So here I sit. Every night, xacto knife in hand, cutting out petals to make these flowers. But they are fabulous and worth it.

For the past few weeks and for the next few I will be working on the BEST SHOWER EVER. Or BSE for you who love the abbreviations.

I am throwing a shower for a good friend and I am doing everything. And when I say everything - I MEAN everything. Invitations, cooking the food, making the favors, sewing the tablecloths, and...making flowers. Yup. I think they will look great in these cute curved vases. Stay tuned to see what the rest of the shower will look like...

Wednesday, June 07, 2006


Great news on the education front. The Kid is now into spelling. He looks at words, reads off all the letters and tries to sound out the word, but usually ends up yelling..."WHAT THAT IS?"

I guess this means I shouldn't wear this t-shirt anymore.

What Would Wolverine Do?

I woke up this morning and there was something under my eye. It wasn't there before...ever. It makes me wonder what mutant things are going on with my body, as I grow older.

What if I wake up one morning and I look like the three-armed baby? I'd get a lot more sewing done, I'll tell you what. And I'd be kick ass at tennis.

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Better than anything else that I've tried

I don't know what it's like where you live - but here - it's HOT.
Sweaty, headachy, blech hot.

Nothing beats this heat like ice cream. And there's no better way to eat ice cream than sandwiched between a chocolatey brownie. Mmm, chocolately goodness.

Brownie Ice Cream Sandwiches .

Monday, June 05, 2006

Things could be so different now. It used to be so civilized.

There's not much in life, that these song hooks can't fix.

Depeche Mode vs. The Eurythmics

Well, great! Let's see how I can screw the fourth one up! Hey, let's have five. Let's have six. Let's have a dozen and pretend they're donuts!

Recently I went out to lunch with two very good friends. We all happened to arrive at the restaurant at the same time. As I sat behind them in the parking lot, I was thinking it was very much like the 'stages of life.'

In the front car was my friend and her boyfriend, engaged to be married, driving a nice expensive sedan. Followed by my friend and his wife, with their brand new baby boy, driving a luxury SUV. Us - the last car, the Kid in one seat singing his ABCs, the baby dozing in the other car seat, as we pull up in our giant mini van.

Aw man! How did I get in the last car? When did that happen?!

Sunday, June 04, 2006

You wouldn't like me when I'm ...hungry.

Jenn: "Hey Gram, *S* had his baby and he named it Parker, after Spiderman."
O.G.: "Oh! Like Peter Parker!"
Jenn: "Yep. I should have done that to my kids."
O.G.: "The baby is tough. You should have named him after that big green monster."
Jenn: " mean the HULK?"
O.G.: "Yes, you should have named him - HULKY!"
Jenn: "That makes no sense, that isn't even a....nevermind."

Here's something even a big green monster would like...JELLO!
Not just any Jello, BROKEN GLASS JELLO.

Friday, June 02, 2006

Leave your baggage behind, you won't need it tonight,
enjoy your flight

What I do when I'm bored, #11.
(This is wedged in between #10 singing songs in my head and #12 wondering what my toenails would look like in a lovely shade of pink.)

My MIL wanted a makeup bag for travel. Bored and up for a challenge, I took out some lovely (I do mean lovely) Robert Kaufman fabric that I just bought for a steal, and a zipper.

I had never made one of these, but it seemed easy enough. I wanted it lined though, you see, cause lining makes with the nice nice.

And there you go.
20 minutes later.
Makeup bag.
Now I'm bored again.

Burger time

My Husband is obsessed with having "THE BEST," when it comes to food. Everything has to be "the best___." I don't really get it, but this is how most of our conversations are:

H: "Have you heard of 'Father's Office' in Santa Monica?
Jenn: "Yes. Supposedly one of the best hamburgers in town."
H: "How could you not have told me this information?"
Jenn: "Well, they are kind of pricey and we all know how you're a cheap bastard."
H: "But it's the best! You're holding out on me."
Jenn: "Cheap...bastard. You're telling me you're willing to spend 'X' amount of cash on a burger??"
H: "How long have I lived here, and you never tell me these things..."

I dunno. I've heard the Counter in the best burger in L.A. Let it be known that I just said that out loud. I'm not holding back nothin'.

Oh and hey - today is "Free Donut Day." I'd say take advantage of this - since they no longer hand them out willy nilly like they did before.

Thursday, June 01, 2006

meat is murder

Most days I don't eat breakfast. Some days I don't even get to eat lunch. A nice afternoon snack of 'nothing' happens once in a while too. Still, every now and then, I get to actually eat what I cook. Like tonight. And it was damn good.


Patsy: "I think the photographer really caught something."

So I took my sisinlaw to Goofy's Kitchen at Disneyland for her birthday. Which is hilarious because it's for children, and when the waiters approached the table, they went right up to the Kid and the baby and said, all loud and excited like, "WHOSE BIRTHDAY IS IT?!?!?" And I pointed to my sisinlaw and said, "It's her 31st." HA.

That place is mad crazy. Dancing and singing. Good lord. It's great for kids cause they have a nice buffet and lots of fun birthday stuff. All the characters come to your table too.

The first to visit us, was Aladdin. The kids didn't care, they wanted to see Goofy, but it's hard to not talk to someone who ISN'T wearing a mask, you know. The weird thing, he pretty much ignored the kids and sidled right up next to me and said, "Hey. Want to take my picture?" Um. Hi, creepy.

Still I didn't want to be all, "No. See ya." So I took one. The Kid was less than happy about it. The look on his face was like, "Where the hell is GOOFY, mom? YOU PROMISED ME GOOFY." Hey, Alladin's gotta get his earn on too.