Blue Man

Uncle Douggles got a make-over from the gurlz whilst he was "sleeping". What a good sport. In some strange way, I found this appealing.

I am so far behind on my posting, my reading, and my knitting, it's not even funny. I completed Baby O's birthday dolly and have pictures and everything, but the stupid cell phone has i-net access only when it wants to. For instance, the above Uncle was one of, maybe, TWENTY pictures I attempted to share. I'm hoping Santa gets me the present I deserve (HAH!) for xmas. Otherwise, I'm SOL.

I had the best turkey day ever - my BFF@W, Jac, made a throw-down soul spread. Turkey (first ever!), ham (okay, honeybaked), greens (YUMMMMM!!!!!), beans, black-eyed peas, sweet potato (or yams) with peacans and coconut, rolls, some killer stuffing, and FOUR kinds of pie - pumpkin, pumpkin cheesecake, apple and berry cobbler, and apple crumble. I'm happy to report I sampled EVERYTHING and went back for seconds.

Of course, Wee MonkeyGurl and the Jman had to roll me home. . .

Then it was down to San Diego for post-turkey day feast with Doug and the gurlz, and Baby O's birthday on Saturday.

Can you believe she is only two?!?!?!



Her big brother is already fighting off the boys at day care.

AND, she had an ALPACA and angora goat at her party!!! Hopefully, I'll have some pix to share soon...

But I Have No Personality!!!

I got this link from a friend. I put very little stock in personality tests and horrorscopes (unless you're talking about the crazy, amazing, ON POINT ones from CAP

But this one had fun sounds, cute graphics, and it was short, so I figgered, what the heck. This way, I could compare "me" to "ANTI-me". First I answered it as honestly as I could; then I answered it picking the absolute WORST colors (in my mind). A comparison of the results yielded support for my hypothesis - that all of these "tests" contain a component of general personality types, so any taker is bound to more or less agree with the results. . . unless you're one of the sociopathic individuals featured regularly on my favorite t.v. shoes (run-on sentence, anyone?)

1. Graphic of House; choice of colors: red, yellow, brown, gray or mint

Me (red): You have a strong personality that likes to take risks if the rewards are worth it. You don't like being told what to do and prefer to take matters into your own hands.

Well, yeah. No argument there.

Anti-Me (grey): You are a person who approaches their finances aggressively and with purpose. You make sure you have covered every angle by consulting the best professionals, then move in for the attack.

Hmmmmm. Agressive and with purpose. That sounds kinda like me as well.

2. Graphic of A Shirt; colors: red, yellow, royal blue, black or chartreuse

Me (royal blue): Preferring a more casual appearance, you are more comfortable in jeans and a t-shirt than in a suit. You don't like over dressing for any occasion, although you never look scruffy.

Mostly true – except for the scruffy part. I *always* looks scruffy! Even when I’m dressed up!!!

Anti-me (yellow): You are bubbly and approachable. Unrestricted by the latest fashion trends, you buy clothes only when they look good on you.

See, this starts off as being textbook anti-me, but then, the switch-up! I am *so* "unrestricted by fashion trends" that I'm considering using that as my new tag line.


3. Graphic of Rose; color: mint, red, baby yellow, white or pink

Me (pink): Variety is the spice of life! You are comfortable in any crowd or situation, and always come away with new friends.

About 50/50; I’m not comfortable in the least, but I act as if I am. And I usually come away with one or two new folks. . .

Anti-me (mint): You are a very friendly and always at the center of attention. However, this sometimes prevents you from establishing deep and lasting relationships as you spread your friendship thinly.

Hmmm. I think that’s more me than ANTI–me.

4. Graphic of car; colors: grey, red, yellow, black, baby blue.

Me (black): In your mind, the image your friends have of you is very important. You like to have the latest brands and are prepared to invest a lot of your money in quality and expensive possessions.

Well, the image my friends have of me is one of the more important things in my mind. But brands and possessions are the LEAST of my cares, and if people judge me on those, I will be found sorely lacking. I would say that is ANTI–me!

Anti-Me (yellow): Always searching for a bargain, you have many possessions. However, you tend to sell them immediately as soon as they go out of fashion.

That is *SO* me! Well, except for the fashion-conscious part. Aurgh. WTF is going on here?!

5. Graphic of Cell-Phone; colors: grey, black, red, blue, orange.

Me (grey - hey, if you're not caught up in the cell phone mania, you would admit it should be grey (which translates to silver) too!!!): A good listener. You are comfortable allowing others to take the spotlight and share their adventures. You are protective about your friendship and ensure the best for your friends.

Yes, I try. I *am* such a giver, aint I?!

Anti-Me (orange - BLECH!!!): Variety is the spice of life. You are comfortable in any crowd and get along easily with anyone.

That sounds familiar… Only now, it's Anti-me!

6. Graphic of Teddy Bear; colors: chartreuse, brown, tan, lavendar, pink.

Me (chartreuse - I luv mah funky aminals!!!): For you, friendship is an extension of business. Your care and attention is given only when it helps your personal situation.

Uh, ah, NO. Not just “no”, but F*CK NO. Helloooooo! Have you ever even met me?!

Anti-Me (BEIGE- how unbearingly BORING): You are very considerate. Friendship is the world to you, and you are friends with everyone. Be careful, as sometimes this works against you if you are too trusting.

Hee, hee. *So* not me. I trust NO ONE.

Amazing. I think I'll go consult a psychic next.

Gratuitous Baby Shot

Of kids not even remotely related to me. Their grandfather is the former managing partner at FatCatLawFirm (LA office) - I have never even met their parents!

But how freakin' cute are they?!?!?!


Gotta love the bubbles.

I Was *SO* excited

Saturday, I awoke BEFORE noon. Le Wee Monkey was in a mood, so I decided to take a day for myself. I started by going to the once-monthly Saturday SnB meeting at Farmers Market. Lovely group of ladies. This is a slightly more mature, conventional group than the Thursday nite group, but I still had a great time.

Afterward, I journeyed east(?)ward, in search of The Perfect Fit. Spurred on by this review, I took a drive to lovely downtown Glendora. Hey, it was a nice afternoon, I had the convertible. What more could I want?!

After a personal (REALLY personal!) fitting, I settled on two new undergarments. The first is strictly utilitarian, BUT IT WAS IN MY SIZE!!! No more going-up-a-band-size-to-go-up-a-cup-size for me!!! The second I bought because it's so purty.



Actually, prettier than the picture because it is in this beautiful, royal and navy blue color.

Which goes to show what happens when you pick style over function. NOT that I had a lot to choose from (three, to be precise). It never ceases to amaze me that despite the number of (naturally and enhanced) large-breasted women I know, there is an absolute dearth of well-made, attractive, comfortable bras for anyone over a C cup. Really. I don't even bother to walk into Victoria's Secret anymore. The smallest band size you can get for a cup size D or larger is 38 in most stores. WTF?!?! Here, in the world's capital of outrageous bodies and cosmetic surgery, we can't get a lousy D+ bra?!?!

Anyhoo, all excited, I put on the purty one this morning. And for the most part, I've loved it - it fits well. But DANG. What I would give for a nice, smooth microfiber right now. That way I could stop flashing my highbeams at everyone.

Halloween Redux - THE SHOES

Finally finagled the pix from the Jman.

Here are THE SHOES And just for you pervs and peers, a (not so) random Cleavage Shot
Don't forget - the ability to vote is one of our most precious privileges, so go early and often.


Oh, and for anyone else participating, the deadline for squares for
G-Mutha Purl is quickly coming up. I finished weaving in ends and will be sending mine today.

(green and cherry are Cascade Pima Silk, tutti-frutti colored is Berroco cotton twist)

Weekends. . .

Here it is, No-freakin-vember, and it's 90° and balmy. Gawd, if ever there was a reason for putting up with the craziness of So Cal, this weekend was it.

Started off the weekend by hooking up with a few fellow knitters at the Frolic Room. Yes, I went back to the scene of the crime. I felt I had to apologize for my obnoxious behavior two weeks ago. And of course, those I thought I offended most, responded with a nonplussed, "Oh. Don't worry about it." I guess even at my most outrageous, I don't even compare with the daily antics of the denizens of Hollyweird.

Sunday was a red letter day for the WeeMonkeyGurl. Ever since she was a wee bitty Monkey, she knew that when she turned eight, she'd be able to get her ears pierced. Fortunately, her (mis)behavior on and around her birthday failed to compel me to make the effort to follow through. HOWEVER, she seems to have turned the corner (it's hard to type when your fingers are crossed!), and is doing nicely both in school and at home. So when asked Friday night (yes, I was home before she went to sleep!), I told her she could get her ears pierced over the weekend.

Poor thing. She was so freakin excited. She's been waiting for this FOREVER (or at least since she was 3 and noticed the other girls had "hoes in deir eahs"!) Due to other demands (namely, catching up on some much-needed sleep!), Sunday was slated to be The Big Day. Although she tried desperately not to wake me before 9am, she was just too excited. As the clocked began to change from 8:59, she was at the ready with microphone in hand - "Wake up, Mama. Time to wake up!"

I tried to prep her for what was to come. I joked about getting her first tattoo when she was 12 and body piercing when she's 15. She said she didn't want anything else, except maybe to have her bellybutton pierced. I warned her that the belly button is about 10,000 times more painful than the ear (I honestly do not think I was exaggerating). We went to Claire's, because, after polling every person I know who has a girl, and questioning the parents of every newborn with pierced ears (yes, I do walk up to complete strangers and ask them about their body mutilating practices), that appears to be the only place to go. I was actually rather surprised by the knowledge and professionalism of the 18 y/o that handled the piercing ("Jenny" at Fox Hills Mall, in case you're interested).

Oh, when that first earring went in, I felt like I was shot through the heart. It immediately took me back to when WMG was a teeny, tiny tike and got her first shots. Just this look of shock, bewilderment and then, PAIN. Giant tears welled up in her huge, trusting eyes and her lips quivered. Jenny quickly did the second ear and handed her a pink lollipop. Jenny was The Bomb. WMG ravaged the lollipop, and confirmed that she will NOT be getting her belly button pierced.

Mah gurl quickly recovered, especially after she spied a sparkly chapeau to accent her new sparkly ears. So she worked me for it, and since my stomach was still in shambles, I easily gave in. She *does* look amazing.








Afterward, we tried to get something to eat, but the ONE THING at the food court that even remotely appealed to me was unavailable. Since I had not had a chance breakfast, Mama was becoming a cranky little monkey. We decided to go to Santa Monica, because I wanted to check out the Contemporary Crafts Market. After a bite to eat, I bid the WMG and Jman adieu, as they went to watch SC3 (there is not enough money in the world to make me go there!)

The Crafts Market was, in a word, overwhelming. It was like the Sawdust Festival on steroids. At first, it was nice, interesting, unusual, high quality, but then I realized I was seeing just the outside vendors. Hey-su Creesto. I literally found myself getting lightheaded and confused. There must have been eleventy-thousand booths, at least. (Again, NOT exaggerating!)




These guys were my favorite. They welcomed the visitors at the entrance.



This fellow is receiving transmissions from Marz. I don't know how else to explain that lime green band on the bottom of the picture. But that's how he knows to nod his head up and down.




He is my fav. His tail wags. :)

I did manage to procure a few holiday presents (yes, spent WAY too much), so it was worth the effort. But I don't think I'll ever try that again - TOO. MANY. VENDORS!

That's like complaining about Too Much Yarn. Seems insincere, but apparently, as with everything else, I DO have a limit. Good to know.

Halloweenie

Despite the fact I am still peeling adhesive from my (real) eye lashes, I love Halloween. And fortunately, the WMG pulled it together long enough to actually be able to dress up and go to a party. YAY, WMG!!!

It was Jackie's party we went to (my cubemate/BFF@w/etc.) She didn't get much work done while at work. (But that isn't terribly unusual for her. I've learned a lot in the last seven years about hair appointments, brow appointments, "waxing" sessions, how to speak to a "babydaddy", etc., just from sitting next to her.)



fight the power. roar.




Just slavin' for the ever oppressive white man.










Originally, WMG was going to be a rockstar-fairy-princess. Then she decided she would be a dead fairy. Finally (no doubt after watching Scooby-Doo "Ghoul School" a few too many times), she decided she would be "Drah-coo-lahz Dawwwhtah". (you have to say it in voce spooky.



Hard to be scary when you're cracking yourself up.



But dang, she's gorgeous.




I'd hoped to have pictures of The Shoes to share, but apparently someone feels they need to limit the amount of pictures they can send me at any one time. I think its someone's way of feeling pertinent.