Friday, January 30, 2009


I found Doug's twin.

Thanks Nicole!

My roommate went to T.O. for the weekend and left this little gift waiting for me on the kitchen counter.
I got to it before the camera did. My apologies.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Life is Beautiful

There is love all around us.
Don't ever forget that.Doug didn't.

Mom/Son Bonding

Doug and I had the night of our lives last night.
First, I taught him how to catch:

Once he mastered catching, we moved on to another trick.

Then we took sexy pics of ourselves.

And we even tried to see life from each other's perspective.
Grandma came home in the middle of this and thought it was a little bit disturbing/awesome.

Doug was especially excited to see Grandma's scarf.

Then I left Doug for 3 hours so I could go play soccer.
The End.

(I can,t figure out why that stupid space is there in the beginning. Suck it.)

You wish your mom was this cool

Meet Dafna.
She's a mom.
But she doesn't wear mom pants.
Instead, she does things of this nature:She also eats fajitas for breakfast at 8:40 a.m.
She's my hero.

dafna30 (11:30): i hate rather be knitting or star gazing

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Some parties are fun!

Other parties look like this.
Cause nobody shows up.
And by nobody, I mean the other person who was going to do their also ridiculously overdue time sheets with you.
It's been over a month. Ugh.
For all my young readers, never grow up.
It's so boring.

Monday, January 26, 2009

Quebec: Where dreams Come True


Don't be jealous 'cause you don't have one of these on your nose.
Ok fine. Be jealous.

Friday, January 23, 2009

Leo's Song

I also made this song up for my partner at work, Leo.
He's from a city in France called Nantes where they make "Le Petit Ecolier" cookies de LU.
Look at that adorable little French head of his bobbing along.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Swatch of the Day is back

I kind of had to after calling it out in the previous post.
So here it is again, the Swatch of the day.Except it's not a Swatch at all.
2009 will surprise you like that, watch out.
hahahahahhahahaha, get it?! Crazy!

Doug's Song #1

Sometimes I make up songs for Doug.
He really seems to dig 'em so I thought I'd start sharing them with you.
This could potentially become one of those reoccurring posts but if you remember "Swatch of the Day", then you know I'm not exactly reliable when it comes to that stuff.
A one.
A two.
A one, two, three:

Regretfully out with the old...

I like to get attached to inanimate plastic things. I'm good at it.
I miss you, baby nokia 6010.
Text me!

Now that's a hip hip!

You might be jealous of my new phone.
But I know you're jealous of my new carrying case.
by Crocs

Note: If you work for a fashion blog, feel free to take these pictures without asking first.
I'd like to avoid filling my inbox with hundreds of e-mails.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Pretend this is all written in ComicSans

I've always felt like my blog doesn't do justice to my creative vision, graphically speaking of course. And I just figured out why.
Blogspot doesn't offer ComicSans as a font option.I find this obnoxiously limiting in terms of artistic expression and I am planning on doing something about it, which I will surely blog on here. Don't worry.
But how awesome would it be if I could match my blog to my work e-mail and documents?
So awesome!

I still love you, America.

I'm so mad I forgot my American flag converse at home today.
I had to wear these stupid things while watching Obama's inauguration.Soooooooo lame.

Monday, January 19, 2009


First of all, calm the fuck down people.
Secondly, I just got the lamest chocolate bar of my entire life. (This includes the time when I lived in a third world country where the chocolate is laced with shit.)
I finally tried Caramilk after living in this dorky city for two years. And it really surprised me. You know why? Because there's no fucking caramel.Please look at how it's dripping with caramel in the packaging. And then look at that dry crusty block in my hand.
Oh, I get it. That's not actually caramel in the picture. In fact, it's bullshit that's oozing out of that milk chocolatey bar.
Whatever. Don't buy this shitbar.