Monday, November 27, 2006
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
If only it weren't 30 minutes away.
Not that it stops me from going, but it sure would be nice.
It's called Buon Giorno and I could (and have) spend many hours there. Jenny has created a warm, hip, inviting, stimulating environment. She is so fabulous with design, and she has worked so hard. I feel very proud to have helped just a little.
Here's a little creation called a Tuscany Mocha. Dark chocolate and orange. I've never had a refreshing coffee before. It was faboo.
Emma and Mom at the counter. It's her last day to be four. She'll be five tommorrow.
Jen painted this table. Isn't it so cool? She is just oozing talent, is our Jenny.
So tommorrow is the Princess Party. I'm so excited about her present, I could just spit. I mean it. And I could also spit because I went to Target at 9:30 at night to get a new battery for my camera and they were OUT. grr. We do have the movie camera though. Watch this space.
PS. the coffee shop is in Grapevine, if you are in the area.
Monday, November 06, 2006
I don't know how people cover every square inch of their layouts and make it look symetrical, I really don't. The "amazing" one was a real effort, but I do love the way the Outside the Bubble chipboard from Magistical Memories looks! ;)
Props to my neice Sarah, who casually mentioned to her mother that in the free throw shooting fund raiser for her school, she made 97 out of 100 shots.
97 out of 100.
she is a sophomore.
let me repeat that.
97 out of 100.
That (ahem) is the current NBA record for consecutive free throws. (ahem).
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Look at that scar on his eye. That makes him Anikin. I drew it on there. Me, the one who didn't want him to be Darth Vader for halloween. Why? I didn't want him to be a bad guy. But I guess a young bad guy is better than an old bad guy. Ah, the dichotomys of motherhood.
Now Tinkerbell was just cute. Cute, cute, cute. Golden Sparkly hair. The turquoise ribbon. The pink cheeks and lips. Ceeee-yoot. Em and I painted that wand together. I was going to add some ribbons, but she wanted it just "gween and sparkwy." Who am I to argue with that? She called me in her room tonight (about an hour after she had gone to bed) saying "Mama! I neeeeeeeed you!" When I went in to tell her that she probably didn't, she said "Mama, don't forget to start the laundry tonight." I don't know whether to be impressed with her domesticity or to just be insulted.
Random thought. When some one throws a lighted cigarette out of their car, and I run over it, there is a split second that I am certain that my car is going to explode. I am always very relieved when that doesn't happen.