The Weekend Adventures of Chandler Bing...

"Mommy, I'm not scared of heights," he says...

I say, "Mr. Bing, I know."

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"Mommy, but I like the cat grass," he says...

I say, "Mr. Bing, I can see that. You killed it."

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"Mommy, I want a nap," he says.

"Thank Goodness," I say.

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"Mommy, Chandler Bing is an idiot..."

"I know, Mr. Wee. I know..." I sigh.

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I Think I'm Turning Japanese? No, I Think I'm Turning French...

Well, at least that's what I've been trying to do for the last week. I don't know, you hear one Diana Krall song and you fall hopelessly end over end into the abyss that is french cafe`...

Allow me to elaborate.

Example One:

I made home-made Demi Glace`

Which requires also making Espagnole sauce...

Takes three hours, mind you...

Example Two:

Then, I took the Demi glace and made these delicious, tender little spare ribs with whipped potatoes, nothing better...

Example Three:

Wine

What more can I say? Even has a house on the label, and I've heard wine with a house means it's good ;)

Example Four:

Diana Krall

Do You Goji?

There once was an author who'd opened a bottle of wine and got glued to the new cooking channel. Unbeknown to her, the Food Innovators show came on, and with so many delicious options, and a lack of inhibitions, she began to buy the foods they were talking about on TV!

so cliche!

"Goji cookies!" they said. "Healthy, delicious, and light! The best antioxidant in the world!"

A real sucker for health food, and sweets, the author got especially excited about these cookies, and quick, to her computer, she bought a bag of every kind!

When they came in the mail she jumped for joy, they were great! Almond oat was her favorite, but every kind was good...

Long story sort, seriously worth a buy! http://www.gojigourmet.com/

Seriously...

Week At A Glance...

Once upon a time, I had a really busy week...

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Six hours of driving got me here, wrapping three-ply TP around my friend to make a wedding dress. It was a competition, and I learned that I should have been a fashion designer...

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After three hours of that and a few Champagne cocktails (ample time letting it wear off) I then got to the Ferry where it took me two hours (including waiting because of the UW Graduation at Safeco Field) to get to Seattle.

Needless to say, I crashed.

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The next day, My friend and I spent ten hours at thrift stores looking for things for her condo. We managed to make this:

2$ worth of furniture and spray paint...

And this:

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All the while, Hubby was at home making this:

Happy Garden Shed!

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Because he made me this, I bought him this:

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And then I went home. It was a good, LONG trip...

The Turtle and the Hare...

My feet looked at me and said, "I'm tired of being the turtle!"

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I laughed, sipping on my hot cocoa as my feet were elevated on the couch. "Too bad!" I retorted, though I felt the same way - I was tired of being the turtle, too.

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"Get me some new shoes and I'll show you what we can do," my feet challenged.

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A half smile snaked across my cheek. "But I don't like to run."

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My feet chuckled mockingly. "How would you know if you've never tried? You've always had an excuse, but what you don't realize is that once you start, I guarantee you won't want to stop!"

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Finding I was looking for a hobby, and not one to turn down a challenge, I narrowed my eyes and grabbed my old sneakers. "Let's first give these shoes a try. I'm not buying you new toys if we won't use them!"

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My feet frowned, but found they had no other choice. I took them to the track and off we went.

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At the end I stopped, breathing hard after only one mile.

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"So?" my feet asked, practically dancing with joy.

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I didn't want to admit that I liked the feeling, so I just smiled and winked instead. "Yeah, we'll see how I feel tomorrow."

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The next day I woke with the most veracious need to run.

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My feet chuckled at me. "Told you so!"

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"Fine," I broke down. "I'll get you new shoes."

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Little did I know that was the beginning of the end - the end of being a turtle, and the beginning of what would become my marathon training regimen.

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We now run three miles when we go out and we barely break a sweat (well, can't really say the same for my feet). Biking for and hour and a half seems like a stroll through the park, and weight lifting - a cinch! Life as a Hare is so much better! My feet were right!

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It's marathon season, folks! Get out, and get moving!

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A Room Fit For A Pixie...

Once upon a time, there was a very lonely room...

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It was a basement room where travelers once stayed, but after the travelers left to find a home of their own, the room sighed with loneliness and longing.

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"I'll fix you!" I exclaimed. "You will be fit for even the pickiest of guests! Even a Pixie!"

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The room frowned, doubtful of my abilities to breathe life back into his lonely walls - his bare, dented being.

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I just shook my head, using the room's doubt to fuel my ambitions.

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All day I worked, lathering the walls, scrubbing the floor. Soon, soft surfaces began to appear within his bare heart: fabrics, curtains, and plush pillows for warmth.

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I saw the room grin, though he did not mean for me to see it. He did not want me to know that I was right - I could fix it!

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When the work was done I stood back with a sigh, admiring the beauty of the rooms new heart.

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The room caved in. "Thank you," he breathed happily, a glint of a giggle in the voice.

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I nodded with satisfaction. It was indeed a room fit for the pickiest of Pixie's...

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My mother.

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