Monday, March 31, 2014

We Are Family

Who wants to be a boring old race car? Pushaw. Nobody, that's who. A Scotty dog? Please. A thimble? Well, yes, I like to be the thimble. But in this weekend's epically colossal game of Monopoly, the kiddo's ingenuity took over and manifested itself in this tiny plastic token. Max, of course, shortly followed suit. Clone Trooper tokens = awesome.

Saturday, March 29, 2014

Don't Stop Believin'

When I was a kid, I was absolutely obsessed with My Little Pony. *Just for clarification, when I was a kid, this was My Little Pony, not this. And sure as hell NOT THIS.* I had dozens of them, and my friends had dozens of them, and we spent hours playing inside, outside and everywhere in between with those little plastic magic makers. (Side note--I've spent many hours in therapy learning to forgive my mother for donating them to Goodwill when I was in college. I'm still working on it. Slowly.)

There was a predecessor to pony mania, a larger version, less squishy and with hair long enough to really style: My Pretty Pony (this. NOT this.). According to this fascinating article about all things Pony (yes, it is quite creepy), I was one of the lucky few to get my five-year-old paws on this treasure--in fact, I'm pretty sure that driving to the toy store and holding the box on my lap in the car is one of my earliest memories. It is a memory made of absolute joy and anticipation; a place where I feel only happiness and excitement for the wonderful things that await me. But's such a afuzzy memory, sometimes I wonder if I made the whole thing up--nobody else seems to remember My Pretty of course I was thrilled to remember that the internet can do wonderful things, like confirm distant, foggy memories and assure me that it actually did happen, and I wasn't imagining it.

Hooray for childhood, for plastic toys that make everything magical, and for a pocket sized device that can instantly confirm your most distant, seemingly unreachable memories.

Moondancer, the best Chanukah present ever.

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Can I Do The Thing?

Finally! Getting out of bed does not have to mean leaving the tranquility of my under-covers burrow! For those times when everything just seems like TOO. MUCH. Also knows as ALL OF THE FUCKING TIME.

Monday, March 24, 2014

The Wrote & The Writ

I swear I uploaded a post last night. I don't know what happened to it, but rest assured that it was witty, charming, and just the right length. I can't quite remember what it was about or what it said exactly, but I'm sure it was helpful to you in many ways--reading it made you feel included and special, and left you smiling and hopeful for the week to come.

Perhaps there was a picture of me celebrating my vacation hat in Portugal in 2006.

Thursday, March 20, 2014

Time To Get Ill

I am fighting one beast of a cold. Nightly blogging has been replaced by nose blowing and copious amounts of sneezing, coughing and complaining. My coworkers are avoiding me (smart) and the only person in our house who is worse off than me is Max because he can see what his future holds. That's right, buddy, your turn is right around the corner. I'll save you some Throat Coat.

Monday, March 17, 2014

It's Like It Was Meant To Be

I can't believe it's been nearly a decade since I've looked down and seen this:

The loom is half dressed and, so far, unharmed by felines. Score! After heddle-threading tomorrow night, I just have to tie on to the back beam. If all goes well, I should be weaving by the weekend. Huzzah!

Friday, March 14, 2014

My Evil Twin

Schizophrenic Purim! Happy holiday everybody!

Thursday, March 13, 2014


New skill acquired this week! I can make these:

It's a button!

All it takes is a (stronger than expected) arm and one of these:

It's a button making thing!

Does anyone have anything that needs buttons? Furniture? Clothing? Bags? Pets?

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Hot Boyz

My favorite thing about thrift shops? Treasure! I saw this white elephant gift-in-the-making at Out of the Closet on Church & Duboce. Priceless! Well, not priceless--$2.99 actually.

I love baby animals!

I didn't get it though. We all know it would end up in one of the numerous piles of crap strategically located throughout the house. Next to the Star Trek juice glasses or the Lance Bass bobble head.

True story: at a local thrift shop, I once saw a paperweight from the annual convention of the Paperweight Collectors Association. I did not buy it, and I have been filled with regret ever since.

Tuesday, March 11, 2014


Man, that four days of rain last week totally sucked. I definitely prefer this 75 degree late winter sunshine gig.

Clear sky tower.
I know, I know, we NEED the rain and it's VERY IMPORTANT. All kinds of critical things like drought and low water levels and global warming and climate change. I 1% totally get it and 99% say nuts to all that, bring on the warm and bright and mood enhancing giddiness! Summer in the Winter FOREVER! It's like this, only not this...exactly like this, but the total opposite:

Monday, March 10, 2014


Tooth NUMBER FIVE came out on Friday. So that's a nice row of three teeth across the front top gone. My six year old now bears a striking resemblance to the jack o' lantern that he carved last fall...

Sunday, March 09, 2014

I'm Still Standing

Yup, still standing. Standing, lifting, sitting, and...weaving! Nearly. Preparing to weave. More specifically, winding my warp and soon to be threading my heddles because I got a loom last week! And I have been completely consumed by the joy of what's to come--oh the blankets and table runners and general wooliness that await me! It's been nearly six years since I STUPIDLY sold my little Le Clerc jack loom, and I've let life and four flights of stairs stop me from righting that wrong.

But no more. I am victorious!

Wednesday, March 05, 2014


It's not about the rain. It's not about the drought or the trees or the daffodils. It is 100% about the puddles

Tuesday, March 04, 2014

What Is Hip

I just love me some Sutro Tower. A great perk from my "new" job (nearly six months!) is seeing the tower every morning at break. I walk past the Potrero Division Muni building and down the street to Coffee Bar, all the while gazing at the magesty.

Tower with no top.
Tower with no bottom.
No tower.
Next generation tower lover. 

Monday, March 03, 2014

Greatest Hits

T-ball is back! After the kiddo's first practice of the year got rained out, we attended a parent-player clinic yesterday. Two hours of hitting, catching, throwing and having a blast...I think it's going to be a great year for the T-ball Dodgers.