Hi, I'm Chucky. Wanna play?

A vivid recollection:

When I was a kid, I really wanted a Kid Sister doll. Instead, my mom rented a movie. My whole family and I sat in my mom's room and watched Child's Play. Horrified, I watched a talking doll "come to life" and murder people. But what I remember the most is my little sister, Megan, curled up in a ball on the bed with her eyes tightly shut and her fingertips plugging her ears, trying to make the movie disappear. It was so sad and funny at the same time. Aw, I love my family, but seeing them scared is so entertaining.

Earlier this month, "Horror icon Chucky ran amok in Times Square for his 20th birthday."

I never wanted another doll ever again. And when my mom told me to water the plants in the garden and to pay special care to the cabbages because if I was good they'd grow up to be Cabbage Patch dolls, I never abided. 

Dolls are scary.

Phyllis, you're awesome!

I absolutely love the bag that you made for me. It is so durable and the pockets are plentiful, which helps as I tend to lug everything with me (multiple shades of lip gloss, too many pens, Devin's snacks, ipod, several bottles of scented antibacterial hand-sanitizers, etc). 

You should know that I've received many compliments on it's colors, but mostly it is complimented on it's amazingly fine craftsmanship. I love showing it off in all of it's glorious ways such as, "Look, it even has a keyring clip!"

I used the bag as my primary beach bag while in Kaua'i. Once returning to the mainland and the redundancy of a work schedule, I placed a bottle of fruit juice in the bag. Later that day, I reached in the bag for my juice and found sand stuck to the bottle because of the condensation. I felt like I was magically whisked away to Kauai with the sand and the fruit and my bag. It was a special moment.

Anyway, thank you so very much for making such a wonderful gift for me. Here are some pictures of the bag. Sure, they aren't showing in detail, but they're "action shots"!

Welcome To Planet Terror!!!

Anyone that's seen this movie (yes, we are out there) has to have thought, "Right, she loses her leg and then she's right back on it like nothing ever happened..."
Well, Devin is (death)Proof (nyuk nyuk) that it is possible*. He's even jumping on the bed in the middle of the night.

side note- I think Melissa is making a strong case to be the next "Bond Girl" in this photo!

*Devin did not lose his leg. It's just "broke".

Georgia, on my mind...

Before I jump into a vacation post, I want to congratulate my sister and brother-in-law on the birth of their baby girl, Georgia Kathleen Wehrwein! Welcome to the family Gee Gee! 

(pics coming soon)

Please visit the Wehrweins here to say hi and send your well wishes, you well-wishers!

Kauai bound!

Tomorrow, we leave for Hawaii where we will be for 1 week. If you need us, call us... but we can't promise that we'll answer.

It can all be so simple, if we just allow it be.



more cat pictures

Sunday, Sunday, Sunday...

Early Sunday mornings were once occupied by the droning commute to and from Miss Betty's house in East Oakland, where I would go to provide treatment for her starting to fail renal glands. This no longer happens on Sunday's. Instead, it happens on Tuesday mornings. 

Gladly now, each Sunday morning I've succumbed to oversleeping (whoopie, 7:30 instead of 6:00). I indulge in the Temescal Farmer's Market, where I pick and choose carefully the best looking bunch of greens at each stand. I take Devin to the Hardy Dog Park and plug my ears with every BART that howls above me. But best of all, I have my breakfast sitting down in the wonderful silence that is my home on Sunday mornings.

This morning, I had 2 slices of toast smeared generously with Earth Balance and organic raspberry preserve. I didn't feel like cleaning the espresso machine, so I cracked open a Diet Coke instead. 

Yes, that's how I roll.

As I ate, I was searching online for inspiring egg recipes, I came across this blog: simply breakfast

I want to live here and have these beautiful breakfasts every day, but because that won't happen, this blog will just be an addition to my Sunday mornings.

(photo by jen, simply breakfast)