two things


My car got broken into Saturday night. It happened while we were at home eating dinner not more than ten feet above where my car was parked. Our apartment is on the second story and we park our car below. Our windows were open, we should have heard someone or something. But it was Saturday night and we were having fun. We were not paying attention to the car below or what might be going on in the alley.

So it’s my own stupid fault for not locking my car. I’ve gotten out of the habit since I got the new car that has automatic everything. My old car had a locking system that I manually flipped as I closed the door. I was a fanatic about locking my car. Not any more. With the new car you just push a button on your keys and it beeps and locks. For some reason this is too hard for an idiot like me.

I’m always struggling to get Baby Bug out of her car seat and I throw my keys into the black hole that is my purse and next thing you know I’m upstairs and I’ve completely forgotten about it. We don’t usually keep much in the car and we have low jack so I’ve never really worried about it much. We also don’t live in the inner city or anywhere where cars get broken into often.

I’ve been thinking I need to get into the habit of locking my car but I just never got around to it. So now I’m getting around to it and I AM SORRY.

You know what the thief stole? My super expensive designer diaper bag that was a gift from one of Toby’s clients. I didn’t use it much. I kept it in the car because it was fancy and dry clean only but it was also a handy place to store a stash of extra diapers. It just stayed in the car and looked pretty. Not any more.

They also stole my big tub of wipes. Who steals a tub of wipes?!!! Either the thief has a kid or they like to keep their hands clean with wipes or something. Ugh. It just makes me mad.

There are some neighborhood boys that wander down our alley from time to time. Maybe five or six of them between the ages of twelve to seventeen. They wear their hair in their eyes and skinny pegged jeans. They’re too cool for school if you know what I mean.

We’re not especially friendly with them but sometimes we make eye contact. I try to smile because secretly they intimidate me and I don’t want them to know that. Once I asked them to leave because they were making noise hanging out downstairs and I was trying to get Baby Bug to take a nap.

Naturally, my small mind imagines that it’s one of those boys that broke into my car. It probably wasn’t but I just keep imagining one of them presenting their knocked-up girlfriend with my fancy red Chinese silk diaper bag filled with diapers and baby medicine and other handy supplies. How thoughtful she’ll think. How did you know I needed a baby thermometer? And what’s this? A stick of used roll on deodorant? I’m hoping she gets suspicious and knocks her loser boyfriend over the head.

But what really breaks my heart is that they stole a handmade quilt. This one. My Aunt made it. It’s really special because it’s red (my favorite color) and it has two different fabrics with two different textures because my Aunt is tricky and fun like that and she knows babies like to feel different textures. It’s also fuzzy on the other side. I don’t think it’s replaceable.

I kept it in my car so I would always remember to take it to the sticks with me so she would know how much we loved it. It was great for spreading on the floor at meeting (church). It just kills me that I didn’t think about someone taking it. Who takes a quilt?

I’m sure my Aunt (or even myself) could make another one (though she’s sworn off quilts for a while) but I don’t want her to. There is no replacement for that quilt. It was special. It was one of the first things my family gave me after I had been gone from them so long. (long story not to be gone into here)

So that’s where I’m at. Just blankety-blank-blank mad at myself.

hula girl

In other news we are going to Hawaii on Thursday. Can you believe it? I can’t either. How did this sneak up on me? I’ve never been to Hawaii. I should be excited right out of my skin. Remember Paris? Remember how I built up to it for nearly a year? I guess I’m a mom now and I just live day to day.

I hate to say this but I really love where we live. We go to the beach nearly every day. I know everyone says Hawaii is beautiful and I’ve seen the pictures… but what do they have that we don’t have here? I think I’m just being stupid. I’ll probably love Hawaii so much I’ll never want to come home.

I think what’s bothering me is that I’m secretly scared that I’m going to miss my daily check-ins with the internet. Toby says the wifi in the hotel is sketchy and you have to take your laptop to some weird corner on the top story to even just get one lousy bar of connection. I’m dreading that. How am I going to blog?!!!! How am I going upload my zillions of flickr pictures if the connection is slower than dial up!

I need to stop worrying about that and think about HAWAII!!!!

I’ve never been to Hawaii and I’ve always wanted to go. I even have family over there but I don’t think we’ll be visiting them since we will be stuck on Kona where Toby is shooting a house for his work. We’ll be stuck in the hotel a lot but from the photos on their website it looks like a pretty nice place to be stuck. Maybe I’ll even have time to teach Baby Bug how to swim in the hotel pool. I’ll have plenty of time since I’ll be going through internet withdrawals. And then there’s the black sand beaches and the Kona coffee fields and maybe a tour to visit a volcano or something.

It’s going to be a lot of fun for us. But what I really need is some input from you. We are going to Kona on the big island. Has anyone been there? Can you recommend anything besides scuba diving or surfing? Can you help me get excited?

All the news that’s fit to be typed!

"take a picture of my foot!"

Lots of news lately. First the windows, then my super fun project with Amalah and Alpha Mom went live yesterday. And then we had a very nice and photogenic late afternoon at the beach! How am I supposed to blog about the bits and bots?!! See! This is why I never get anything done around here.

But I can’t complain. I love it when things are exciting.

my new and exciting project

I could not be more excited about this. I am deeply honored to be in the same web space as Amalah and Alpha Mom. I’m so glad I can finally talk about this! I sold my pregnancy illustrations to Alpha Mom way back in 2006 (hello, that was a crazy year! …as in the year I gave birth!) and I couldn’t really talk about it because they were going to be used for a top secret project. That particular top-secret project might still be in the works but this new pregnancy calendar, written by none other than the most-funny and well-spoken Amalah, is NOT secret! Yay! Yay! Yay!

So the illos are a bit dated. I did draw them in 2006 afterall. You might recognize some of them since they showed up here first. I tried to tweak some of the really out-of-style ones (side bangs! side bangs! my illos need side bangs!) so I’m not too embarrassed but we’ll see how that goes. So far all the comments are from moms about their pregnancies so I guess I don’t need to be so self-centered and vain all the time.

Anyway, I’m very excited and you can see why the whole Mom’s Buzz scandal was such a big deal now because my mom illos are owned 100% by Alpha Mom! Of which I am proud to say I am part. Hooyah! Now let’s go bully some Beta Moms. Just kidding!!!

Now let’s get down to business. The “unfinished business” of answering the this-and-that questions from this post and beyond. I might have to do it in parts because I have way way way too much to write about!

Forrest's Mud Bath

First Up: Forrest the Cat!

We are SO happy that Forrest is in a very loving home. See that fluffy fur? He is obviously well taken care of. AND they let him outside to play in the mud. That is one happy cat.

His new owners do not have a blog but Sarah (his new adopted mom) has written me a few emails letting me know that he is doing very well and I can tell that she spoils him rotten. Here is an excerpt:

He’s doing well and he fits right in. We love having him around and he’s such a social animal, it’s too cute. He’s always wherever we are – at my feet when I’m making dinner, on Donald’s lap while he reads a book, curled up next to me while I work, in the windowsill when we garden, smack in the middle of the room begging for a belly rub while I paint our bedroom walls, etc. Sebastian (the other cat) is pretty friendly, but not nearly this friendly, he’d much rather sleep the whole day away. Forrest is always following us around, on our heels. He’s also started to respond to his name, which at first he wouldn’t do for us. Now when we whistle or say FORREST! he comes a-runnin’ and stops at our feet, waiting for us to pet him =) He’s a cutie pie; we wouldn’t trade him for the world.

The best part of her emails though is the little story about baby wipes. Since Forrest has deformed back legs, he sometimes has trouble clearing himself of his poop in the litter box. This is something I was worried might be a deal breaker in finding him a home.

Sarah writes, “Sebastian has taken to helping Forrest ‘clean up.’ For the first few days that Forrest was with us, he had trouble navigating the cat box and frequently ended up trailing poop around on his tail or his hind ankles, but increased familiarity with the set-up combined with Sebastian’s desire to keep everything neat and tidy has eliminated the problem entirely.

“We bought a box of baby wipes at the beginning, but we haven’t needed them in weeks. Oddly enough, the only baby wipes that were available at the store when we went are scented like lavender and Forrest cannot get enough of them. He’ll hobble over to the box and whine until we take one out for him. Then he just wants to lay on it and rub his face and his neck in it. So he always smells good. It’s one of the weirdest things I’ve ever seen, but hey, whatever works.”

Now THAT is love. She buys him lavender baby wipes!

I thought it was a silly idea to blog about Forrest in order to find him a home but it really did work. He would have wound up at the pound and probably would have been put to sleep if it wasn’t for you guys. Thank you Sarah! Thank you blog readers. You are such a big part of my world.

my fridge, his name is Norge

Next up: Norge! My red refrigerator!

I wish I had some old photos of me painting this old refrigerator. Not because they would be helpful to the story but because I was HOTT back then. Or at least that’s what my ten-years older self thinks now. I really did look way better when I weighed twenty pounds less and had less chins. But whatever! This is blog is not about aging!

I bought this old thing with a roommate back in 1995 or 1996. We paid 200 bucks for it and had to drive to some unknown part of Costa Mesa to pick it up. My roommate at the time was very resourceful and found us some shady back-room deal where looked through rows and rows of dusty old refrigerators until we found one we liked. I am amazed that it is has held up so long and served us so well. I bet if I bought a new one from Sears I’d have more trouble with it. This is Norge and he WORKS.

Norge was also a very ugly color of mustardy pukey off-brown when we got him. He was dirty and grimy and just plain yucky. We cleaned him up and used him in his natural color for years but when Toby moved in (yes, I lived in sin and am not proud of it) he suggested we paint it.

That’s what’s great about Toby. He thinks “outside the box” (though I hate using that term). I swear his brain is wired inside-out and upside-down compared to everyone else’s. Have you seen the way he writes the numeral five? From the bottom up. He writes all his letters and numbers that way. He’s a freak.

Even though I like to think of myself as the artsy-fartsy artist I probably would have never thought of painting my refrigerator. And if I did, I would have gotten intimidated by “the work” it involves. Painting! How do you do it? I need someone to show me first and then I’ll have a ball. But just breaking out and doing something new. That’s a bit scary.

We had some discussion over the matter when the subject of color came up, Toby said, “Paint it any color you want!” Well… you know what that means. When I’m given the freedom to choose color I ALWAYS choose red! If I had my way, my entire house would probably be red. Though Toby has mellowed me out somewhat over the years.

We washed it down with TSP or something like that, roughed it up a bit with sand paper and then went down to the nearest hardware store and bought some exterior house paint. We rolled it on with paint rollers and amazingly it stuck and has given us no trouble for years and years and years. I think everyone should paint their fridge. It’s great!

One more topic and I’m closing this post because it is getting LONG!!!! Yikes!

taking her sweet time

Lastly: Bug’s Red Shoes.

Yes, we love red shoes in this house. Bug’s shoes are called “Sadie” from See Kai Run. I bought them off Amazon but I think you can get them just about anywhere.

One of Toby’s sisters bought Bug her first pair of orange See Kai Run shoes and I loved them! They are so flexible and soft. I made Bug wear them every day and wished I had some too. These red ones are not quite as nice because they have a pretty thick rubber lip on the sole and when they were on the big side Bug tripped on them constantly. Now that they fit, she seems to get along in them fine but that was a bit of a drawback in the beginning.

And that is all I can write today because Bug just woke up!

Hope that helps!