Category Archives: Friends

Feb 25 16 comments

Friends, Shameless

Bloggers for [really belated] Valentine

Last year, I featured some pretty fancy mustaches and explained how Scott and I don’t celebrate Valentines Day.

Secretly, I was bursting into a million little pieces because one year ago [Valentines Day] I calmly drove to Rite Aid, bought the cheapest pregnancy test I could find, strolled back to my car with a secret smile, returned home, and waited (alone with my heart palpitations) for Scott to get back. When he finally arrived about an hour later, he had tulips, and we had a plus sign. It was a year ago today that my suspicions were confirmed: Dee was on her way. This year, I get to wish a happy valentine’s day to my little valentine in person, and there ain’t nothing sweeter.

But every day is a love letter to my daughter. And there’s another special someone(s) who I’ve been meaning to tell how I feel.

It’s you, blogosphere.

I’ve been remiss. Awards have been awarded, friends have been friended, and I’m way overdue in paying it forward. Things could get mushy.

[I've checked around and it seems all of these blog award type things have the same set of rules: 1) link to the person that bestowed said award, 2) list seven [give or take]random factoids about yourself, and 3) Pass the award along to seven [give or take] deserving bloggers. Since I’m a) a slacker, and b) a rule breaker, I’m going to wrap them all up into one GIGANTIC post, and I’m pretty sure that by the end of it I’ll have met the requirements of each award, combined. Make sense? No? Just go with it. It IS awards season, after all.] Oh, and since I’m not really following the rules of any one in particular, I made you guys a super special badge to remind you that you are loved….should you desire to display it. Whatever. I’m breezy.

SO. In no particular order…here are a few of the bloggers (parenting and otherwise) who have supported/entertained/inspired me this past year.

Kenny @ SmonkYou: I first stumbled across SmonkYou via the TopBabyBlogs directory. Kenny’s often irreverent, always refreshing musings on fledgling parenthood are reason enough to run, not walk, over to SmonkYou (if you’re not already intrigued enough by the mere fact that he’s the lone daddy-blogger not afraid to roam amongst the buffet of hormones being served up by his mommy-blogging counterparts.) Add to that his incredible portfolio of creative work, and yeah…Kenny’s pretty darn cool.

Mandy @ HarpersHappenings: (with whom I’m having a torrid twitter affair…and I’m not the only one…she’s kind of slutty) Mom to the so-cute-you-could-eat-her-for-breakfast Harper pens a blog that is so chock full of charm and wonderfulness, and one I frequent regularly. If you don’t know Mandy, and her gorgeous little toddler, hop on over to Harpers Happenings and check her out.

Rebecca @ EllaMinnowPea: In addition to featuring tasty design treats (she’s an interior designer herself, and a damn good one if her blog is any indication) Rebecca also beautifully shares the joys, trials and tribulations of adopting their first child (and the home renovations in anticipation of said child’s arrival.)

Maegan @ …loveMaegan: Where would this list be without my awesome sister-in-law and blog guru Maegan? Her daily outfit posts are like window shopping at your desk, her brutal honesty is inspiring to read, and her open book policy (and DIY’s and How-To’s) on how she manages to look so.fucking.gorgeous all the time is a testament to just how cool she really is. Plus, her brother is really hot.

Chelsea @ ChelseaTalksSmack: Chelsea was the first to greet me when I joined 20-Something-Bloggers, and I’ve been hooked ever since. (So embarrassing, I know…it’s like falling in love with Tom from MySpace.) Of the bloggers listed here, Chelsea definitely gets the “living vicariously” award – she rants, raves, and regales, in one of the most addicting voices I’ve read in a long time.

Iva @ IvaMessy: Iva was one of my first regular commenters, and I’m so happy she was, because it led me to her blog, which is like a daily ray of sunshine. Her musings always make me smile, and I never know what I’ll discover amongst her eclectic posts.

Amelia @ BonAppentempt: Amelia and her hubby (and blog sidekick) Matt (sorry to call you a side-kick, Matt) not only make up the other half of our World-Famous Rock Band Coquesah (that’s pronounced caulk-saw) but also author this hilarious and endearing cooking blog, where they tackle one insanely complicated gourmet recipe after another. I’m just grateful I get to occasionally sample their successes. Also check out MADE by AMELIA, their too-cool line of hand-screened T-shirts.

Blair @ TheHeirToBlair: Blair was one of the first people in the e-mom-community to make me feel welcome. We went through our entire pregnancies together – albeit 3000 miles apart – she’s the full time working Mama to a dashing little man named Harrison who is a mere week younger than Dee. B’s southern hospitality transcends the fiberoptics, and her ability to connect with her readers is truly inspiring.

Brooke @ OofaLuffaLe: Like Iva, Brooke stumbled over here early on via Maegan, and won me over with her style before I ever visited her blog by introducing me to the [insanely cute baby boutique] Black Wagon. Her blog is uplifting, her writing is unique and endearing, and her sense of style (not to mention the gorgeous photos she takes to exhibit it) get me every time I visit.

Jenna @ BloggedBliss: Her tagline of “Marriage. Motherhood. Sarcasm” pretty much says it all – Mrs.Jenna is funny as hell, her wit, snark, and eye for design (not to mention how pretty her new layout is) makes me squirm with jealousy.

Rachelle (and Co) @ SaucyLittleDish: Led by Rachelle, the “Dishes” trot out delicious recipe after delicious recipe with mouth watering pictures to match. From beauty writers to culinary professionals, math teachers and movie executives, these ladies are always an entertaining read.

And on the off chance you haven’t read her:

Stephanie @ TheNieNieDialogues and Nie&You: I found Nie’s blog through my very own sidebar when BlogHer named her BlogHer of the week. Stephanie is the kind of mother I strive to be. Through her beautiful prose and the intimate family photos she shares, her readers are treated to a look at the fantasy childhood she and her handsome and chivalrous husband Mr. Nielson have created for their brood of four (and hopefully counting) in Utah. Stephanie is a fighter and a survivor, and her positivity makes me want to stop and look for the joy in the small moments of my own life. On Nie&You – Stephanie and her dear friend Katja (who lives in Germany) post stunning daily pictures, inspired by the blog turned book “3191 – A Year of Mornings.”

And now, a THANK YOU to the Bloggers who have showed me some love this year:

Mesina @ Artistically Nuts: I met Mesina through SITS (if you haven’t visited them, you should) and she gave me my first award ever – the Fabulous Blog Award, AND the “I Think You Are An Awesome Girl” Award. I love me some Mesina. On more than one occasion during my torturous pregnancy she’d leave a comment or two that would kinda make my day. And she’s incredibly brave – she’s currently pregnant with baby #4!

Cassie @ My Three Ring Circus gave me the Kreativ Blogger Award back in October, right after Dee was born. She’s an adorable military wife and Mom of three – check her out!

Ashleigh @ Momma Maven in the Making : Ashleigh’s a work-at-home Colorado Mamaprenuer – in addition to blogging, she’s also the talented designer behind Bella B Maternity.

Eliza @ Postcards From Parenthood: Cute Midwestern Mama Eliza also sprinkled me with The Sunshine Award. Her sweet comments made me blush, and her little girl Teva is a stunner!

Jeni @ Crafty Girl Blog: Jeni also nominated me for the Sunshine Award. She has a site full of some really great DIY’s complete with step by step instructions. Pay her a visit!

Jessi @ Better Late than Never: Jessi’s comments are always lovely, and none more than the one she left saying she’d given me the Happy 101 Award. She’s going back to school for Dance with no previous training, and I love reading about her adventures.

Tanja @ Lucky Canuck: Tania gave me the One Lovely Blog award. She runs a ton of great giveaways on her site, with SIX going right now!

The ‘Saurs @ Pregosaur: These lovely ladies (who also gave The818 the One Lovely Blog Award) are ALL pregnant/TTC/recently delivered. There are quite a few, with new ‘Saurs rotating in as the littlesaurs are hatched. I’m too tired to count the current tally, but every single one of them is loveable.

And another quick shout out to Rebecca @ EllaMinnowPea who gave me the Fabulous Blog Award back in September, and Mandy @ HarpersHappenings who just laid the Beautiful Blogger Award on me last week!

Okay, here’s the part where I cross my fingers that I didn’t leave anyone off this list [and if you gave me something and I didn't say thank you please feel free to leave a hate comment so I can properly do so.]

Okay, here’s where it’s going to get mushy:

When I made a New Years Resolution way back on January 1st 2009 to post something to this blog every day, I had no idea the weird and wonderful community I would soon find myself welcomed into. I failed at that New Years resolution – I only posted about 279 days last year – but what I did do was so much better than that. I’ve gotten to know myself as a writer, I’ve shed tears for people I’ve never met, I’ve laughed ’til I gave myself braxton hicks, and had the opportunity to discover some very cool and talented people that I might never have known existed.

But when I started this blog, I have to admit, I never ever in a million years ever imagined that I would be typing these next words:

I JUST BOUGHT MY TICKET TO BLOGHER ‘10.

I’m going to a blogging conference. Me. At a conference. (A conference that I’m fully prepared for my real life friends to mock me for.) And I couldn’t be more excited. Thanks to everyone who helped/is helping to make it possible (and especially to my cousin Joan who is going to run Dee duty so I can enjoy the conference!) My girl and I are coming to NY!

And also, Happy [belated] Valentines Day

Feb 01 3 comments

Delilah, Friends, Sara, Scott, The Not-So-Trivial

Sunday, Yummy Sunday.

The Cookies Without Borders Bake Sale was a huge success – the line was down the block, the goodies kept showing up, and the ladies raised over 5k for Haiti. I’m so proud of their hard work.

We arrived early and made two trips down the buffet line, which at it’s peak included a half hour wait, and three tables end to end, filled with mind boggling, mouth watering treats of all shapes and sizes. (Here, the lovely Heather greets us as we wade through confections.)

See those double chocolate crinkles? I made them! (Recipe below.)

Professionals and amateurs alike donated an insanely creative array of sweets.

Scott gets sick of me taking his picture, while Jodi (who helped organize!) cheerfully looks on. Neal and Geordie show off their MADE BY AMELIA T-Shirts.

Dash waits patiently for his cookie and checks out Dee’s shades.

Sorry Dee, no sweets for you! Maybe next time… (Dee’s hoodie is by American Apparel, and her Sunglasses are by Gymboree.)

Oh, and if you live in LA, and you haven’t been to SCOOPS, you have to go. It’s an adventure in ice cream.

Sep 13 4 comments

Baby Fever, Family, Friends

Feeling the Love.

It’s an incredible feeling when the people that you love all come together to support you. Yesterday, my friends and family threw me the most beautiful baby shower I could have ever asked for. It was amazing to spend a day giggling and sharing excitement with so many of my loved ones – after a busy summer getting ready for baby, we finally had a chance to relax and catch up with everyone over amazing food, lemonade, and the most insane dessert layout you’ve ever seen.

The hostesses took incredible care to personalize the day – and I’m welling up just thinking about the thought and love that went into details like making sure there were bowls of my favorite candy (peppermint taffy – which isn’t easy to find!) and passing out mini-cones of Baskin-Robbins Peanut Butter and Chocolate Ice Cream (the dairy love of my life.) Each table had centerpieces that were both adorable and functional, a Dodgers themed table in honor of Scott’s boys in blue, insuring that our little girl knows where her loyalties lie, a bath themed table that had our names spelled out in foam bath letters, and a Book themed table that featured some of my favorites from when I was a kid, to name a few. (Here’s where I kick myself for taking exactly zero photos – I was way too overwhelmed by everything for that – if anyone has photos they want to share with me though, please send ‘em!)

So before my hormones turn me into a crazed blubbering mess, I just want to say THANK YOU one million times over to our friends and family – both those who were there, and those who couldn’t be, for showering Scott and I, and our little baby to be, in so much love (and such wonderful presents.) This kid is lucky to have each and every one of you in her life.

(That picture is the aftermath in our living room, before Maegan organized the hell out of it – another thing I’m incredibly grateful for.)

Aug 14 8 comments

Design, Friends, Sara

Super Friends

Last night I enjoyed a much needed evening of crafts with Sara, Amelia, and Jodi (I’m working on making my own Hooter Hiders – following the instructions seen HERE) and while my placenta brain prevented me from photographing any of the impressive projects my friends are working on (Jodi’s making gorgeous table runners for her upcoming nuptials, Sara was working on her intricate and adorable Twee Baby line while assisting me in my amateur sewing adventures, and Amelia is crafting some recycled envelopes from grocery bags which are bound to be swoon-worthy) it did inspire me to take a moment to proudly show off some of my loved ones creative endeavors, both online and beyond.

TWEE BABY

3799103638_982dea20d4_o

As mentioned above, Sara never fails to amaze me with her delicately hand crafted Twee Baby line, which includes everything from wool interlock longies and shorties (which are suitable to wear directly over a prefold or fitted diaper – no separate cover is required) as well as matching shirts and dresses, to custom coordinated crib bedding. You can see more of her amazing work in her Flickr gallery HERE, before stopping by her shop HERE.

* * *

LEYENDECKER LOS ANGELES

Jessica, one of my oldest and dearest friends is featured in Japanese Vogue’s September issue for her brilliant and beautiful line of clothing which is currently available at boutiques across the country. It’s called LEYENDECKER, and you can check it out HERE. (That’s also the beautiful Jessica modeling the clothes above…clearly she’s the one that’s not Lindsey Lohan.)

* * *

BE SMART BE GREEN

My Sister-in-Law Maegan (when not busy as the tour de force behind the ever-popular fashion blog …lovemaegan) designs the adorable and eco-friendly shopping totes seen above. You can get yours at BESMARTBEGREEN.COM. (My favorite is the 17 trees bag – I take it with me everywhere.) They’re great for groceries, because they’re sturdy, and the straps fit over your shoulder, but I also used them as the out-of-town bags at my wedding, and they were a huge hit.

* * *

I STOMACH LA

Amelia – in addition to braving the complicated recipes us normal folk are too afraid to take on (and living to write about it on her educational and entertaining blog BON APPETEMPT) hand screens the clever line of T-Shirts pictured above (she has other cities available as well, and other non-stomach related awesome prints) which you can check out HERE.

* * *

The Happiest Place on Earth

Maybe not the brightest idea two pregnant chicks have ever had, but my friend Amber (who’s due a mere two days before me) and I decided to attempt to beat the heat and take a 9am hike down Runyon Canyon this morning. (We failed. It was freakin’ 100 degrees by the time 9:30 rolled around.)

Sophie ran ahead in search of shade and opted for rolling in the dirt over drinking water, while Madden, desperate to follow the hound into the shade of the cacti, seemed a little less likely than usual to take off on me if I unleashed her. Sadly I decided that being 7 mos pregnant, and sweating my [gigantic] ass off were probably not the appropriate melding of circumstances to start experimenting with Maddie’s off-leash abilities.

Hiking Runyon on a Saturday morning isn’t something I often do, but today A & I felt like we were crowd favorites running the final mile of the NY marathon as we made our way down the hill. I think the sight of our two pregnant bellies bobbing while we waddled down the path was too amusing for passersby not to comment on. Every few steps we’d get an encouraging “you girls look great!” or “keep up the good work!” (thankfully no one stopped to tell us we were “all belly” or touch us inappropriately.) It’s nice to feel like people are supporting your efforts when your face looks like a hot-house tomato and you’ve got a pool of sweat gathering atop your 7 month baby bump. I’ve never been called “cute” or “adorable” so many times in a single hour. I rather liked it.

Being that we were in Hollywood, of course, more than once we had to shield our eyes from the svelte figures of starlets-in-training jogging past us in their hot pants and sports bras, looking all fabulous and shit – barely breaking a sweat. Bitches. May you all get pregnant and grow bellies like mine.

Jul 09 5 comments

Family, Friends, The Trivial

Mazel Tov, 13-year-old Me.

It’s days like this that I think to myself it’s time to grow up and stop storing stuff at my parent’s house. Case in point, my Bat-Mitzvah album, which is a time capsule of early 90’s hilarity, and would have certainly provided some excellent imagery for this post. But I’m too busy organizing the crap I am storing at my house to trek the twenty minutes to Mom and Dad’s and grab that particular embarrassing bit of memorabilia from my teen years. So instead, in honor of the (gasp) FIFTEEN YEAR anniversary of the day I became a woman, here’s a hilarious book to check out so you can laugh at other people instead of me: Bar Mitzvah Disco: The Music May Have Stopped, but the Party’s Never Over. (Oddly, I actually know a few of the people who have their simchas mocked in this coffee table treasure.)

But back to my own torturous rite-of-passage. While our wedding featured a parade of vomiting cougars (I mean that in the best way possible ladies) and a ganja circle ’round the bonfire, my Bat Mitzvah still holds the top spot for humiliating pubescent nightmares complete with party-crashers, wardrobe malfunctions, and Rachel’s 75-Year-Old Grandma (my beloved surrogate Bubbie) swapping saliva with my DJ. That’s right – Jews know how to fucking party.

Having a Bat Mitzvah, for those of you who weren’t subjected to it, is not unlike being kicked in the teeth while naked on-stage in front of your peers and loved ones during the most awkward phase of your entire life. Somehow (and I’m not sure if I owe this to my Mom or myself) I managed to escape having to do it in a frock of technicolor taffeta – a fate which befell most of my friends at the time. And I was spared the horror of having my mouthful of braces immortalized in photos lining the family hall, because like most self-respecting Jewish Moms of her day, my Mom took me to the orthodontist to have the front six brackets removed especially for the occasion. But looking back my simple black dress and hardware-free smile were the only reprieves I was granted by the Gods of the B’nai Mitzvot. I’m tone deaf, but I had to chant the torah portion. That wasn’t so bad (terrifying, yes, but not emotionally scarring.) I concluded my super awesome “speech” with a quote from the Lion King (Hakuna Matata.) Apparently my speaking Swahili from the Bima really pissed the Rabbi off, but again…could have been worse.

I’m not sure what the kids are doing nowadays, but in early nineties Los Angeles, if your Bat (or Bar) Mitzvah didn’t have a theme (which would then be interpreted in an explosion of metallic tissue paper and glitter on each table as a so-called centerpiece by your second grade teacher who moonlighted as a party planner) you just weren’t cool. My theme was The Beatles, which again, sounds harmless enough until you imagine the album cover to Yellow Submarine depicted in glitter 8 feet high, and you’re finally starting to get the gist of what being a guest at “Morgan’s Magical Mystery Tour” was all about. (Then again, my good friend Becca’s special day featured a larger than life – we’re talking 10 feet tall here – Cabbage Patch doll to go with her theme; an image which I’m sure any young children who were present are still haunted by at night.)

Other staples of the era not to be forgotten: The inevitable “name in glitter” towering above the dance floor. The sign-in board, usually featuring a photo of the guest of honor in their formative years, possibly either dressed up for a Dance Recital/Little League Game, or with birthday cake smeared on their face. The neon light sticks and jewelry – both of which support my theory that Candy Ravers were just trying to relive their days on the Bat Mitzvah circuit. Inappropriate slutty Go-Go Dancers? I had ‘em. Blow up guitars? I had ‘em. Rainbow (and/or metallic) Rock-Star wigs? I had ‘em. Mom’s boobs popping out of her dress while she was lifted up on the chair during the Hora in front of every boy in my 7th grade class? Oh yeah. I had ‘em. (The alterations place forgot to re-insert the boning in her strapless dress after they’d taken it in, resulting in a wardrobe malfunction of epic proportions.)

And then there’s the issue of the “Party Crashers.” I had a crush on this boy Andrew who was a few years older than me, so natch, I decided the way to win his heart was by inviting him to my Bat Mitzvah.

My parents still give me the stink-eye whenever the topic comes up. Much to my delight, Andrew showed. Much to their chagrin, he brought two friends, wore his usual grunge uniform of a plaid/flannel shirt and ripped up jeans, and proceeded to melt candle wax all over the dance-floor in what the “grown-ups” viewed as an attempt to burn down the synagogue.

As far as the 75-year-old woman who made out with the DJ? I was only 13, so no one ever really explained to me how that happened. All I know is that it did. I saw it. And it was amazing.

It’s occured to me that there are less years spanning the gap between today and the inevitable Bat Mitzvah of my unborn daughter than years now separating me from my own. My friend Lisa reminded me of that when she announced she had already decided what to buy our baby as a welcome gift. (Seriously, how cute is that onesie though? Clearly I’m going to make my child wear it for an embarassing cake-smeared photo which will inevitably end up on her own bedazzled sign-in board.)

Jun 28 1 comments

Friends, Videos

Doctor’s Orders.

So, when my OB says “low sodium diet” she’s not talking about the weekends, right?

It’s Emma’s birthday, so how could I pass up a delicious meal at Benihana? Cheeseball that I am, naturally, I love Benihana – both for it’s delicious Imperial Dinner (Lobster and Steak – yum) and for it’s kitschy entertainment value.

And yesterday (in between painful trips up and down the stairs finally moving items into storage to get our nursery started, but more on that later…) we said farewell to Marcos over delicious Turkey Burgers and Cupcakes (also not quite on my food list, but again…I have no self control, and being bad tastes so good.)

Much to my dismay (although I couldn’t be more excited for him) he’s off to Atlanta until December to Executive Produce a new series for the CW. Here’s the promo – and everyone should watch the show, because with Cos at the helm, I can personally guarantee it is going to be awesome.

Anyway…back to my lack of self control and poor eating habits. The only way I’ve made it through this so-called “diet” at all has been by outlawing all things delicious from being in our house, prompting Scott to complain “there is not one thing worth eating here.” (I pointed out that there were blueberries in the fridge, to which he replied “yeah, that’s nothing. Part of not one thing.”) Oh, and before you go thinking what a terrible mother I am, I feel compelled point out that this diet is solely for my benefit, to help quell the swelling, not for the safety of my unborn daughter in any way. So I’m just a terrible me.

Jun 26 3 comments

Friends, Stuff I Would Buy if I Could, The Trivial

The Ultimate Accessory

ems

First of all, how gorgeous is Emma? I know, right? A couple of weeks ago, Scott and I got our asses out of bed, and trudged over to the Marmalade Cafe, to meet Emma and Mike for brunch. (This was back when I was still allowed to eat those delicious potatoes they serve.) I arrived looking haggard and disgusting, but Emma, who was up just as early, and had even managed to be on time – unlike me – looked, in a word, FABULOUS. After saying hello and spending a moment studying her face to see why she looked so-freaking-beautiful, it hit me. “Your eyelashes!” I exclaimed “they’re amazing!”

(Now, as an aside, one of the things that I love about Emma, is that she’s confident enough to share her beauty secrets with you…and even let you post them on your blog…not like those horrible girls who want to keep all the good info to themselves so they always look better than you, and will even do your makeup shitty on purpose for the Homecoming Dance when you know full well that they know how to apply fake eyelashes without glueing your eyelids together and making you look like Frankenstein….but I digress.)

Anyway, it turns out Emma had gotten eyelash extensions. Good ones. They’re not over the top or obvious, and she can go out on a Sunday morning sans makeup, still looking like a celebrity stylist lives in her medicine cabinet.

I must have them. First of all – I don’t know how to properly apply makeup. I seem to have missed that day in lady class, and it’s been haunting me ever since. I can do only one type of eye, and it always ends up smeared across my face by the end of the evening. Even if I just apply mascara, I end up looking like a dead prom queen. I used to tint my lashes to avoid having to wear mascara (the curse of the blond woman) but I’m also plagued with fairly thin, short lashes, so tinting them only gets me so far. This is the answer. This is how I will avoid looking like the creature from the black lagoon in all of the photos of my new baby and I post-birth. FALSIES FOR ALL! FALSIES FOREVER! (Sure, they’re slightly pricier and require more upkeep than a tube of mascara or even a salon tint, but if I never have to stare in the mirror trying to dig the mascara-stains from the creases under my eyes, I’d gladly file that under worth it.)

And Ems, thanks for being such a good sport and letting me post all about your lashes. (And Happy Almost Birthday!)

Jun 24 2 comments

Friends, Me Talking About My Dogs, The Trivial

Apparently, I used to be cool, too.

So, a comment from my friend Eric yesterday (he was dissapointed that I had blogged about J&K+8…but c’mon – Jon IS a total douchnozzle) got me thinking. Has pregnancy made me soft? Has my sense of humor gone the way of my ass and turned to complete mush? I did used to post about absurd news stories and flying cars a bit more often, whereas my more recent posts have taken on a more sentimental tone, talking about family and nursery decorating and crap…but does this mean I’m losing my edge? When I was working full time, and research and keeping up on weird internet shit was part of my job, I definitely stumbled across some odder items to blog about on a more regular basis. Plus, looking back, I also talked about Ninjas a lot more. *sigh*…I do love Ninjas. But I want to keep things interesting for my respected friends who aren’t about to be living in a world of poopy diapers and breastmilk (E – you know you’re super psyched about reading my inevitable “pumping” posts.)

So to prove (mostly to myself) I’m not that soft – here’s a picture of a dog’s butthole. More specifically: Zoey, the sweet little Jindo puppy that stayed with us a few weeks ago, and unexpectedly got her period.

See – Zoey’s Daddy was supposed to have had her spayed, but apparently hadn’t gotten around to it yet, and didn’t think it warranted a mention when he dropped his Pup at our place for a week. Naturally, we had no puppy pads on hand – because – well, we weren’t expecting a menstruating houseguest. So we took one of the newborn baby diapers that I scored at the Ellen Show (and yes, that’s Gaf tape we used to affix it – the regular diaper sticky part wouldn’t stay with all of that puppy-like squirming – don’t worry, we didn’t get any of her fur in there) and slapped it on her bottom while Scott ran out in search of lady products suitable for a dog. If you look closely, you can see the hound going in for a sniff to check things out.

See? That wasn’t about babies. (I guess it was about menstruation though, and a baby dog…dammit.) But hell – I’m going to be a Mommy…I’ve got to soften up a bit at some point, right? I mean, I can’t have my little girl running around calling people donkey-schlongs and laughing at dick and fart jokes before she even starts school, can I? …Can I?

Jun 14 2 comments

Friends, Sara, The Not-So-Trivial

No Cookie Left Behind

bs09

So, for the past few years, my beloved Jodi has helped to organize a wonderful Bake Sale at Scoops Ice Cream Shop to benefit childhood hunger. She and the lovely ladies that put it on are all wonderful bakers, and all around crafty people, and this year they upped the ante by adding Onesies for sale to benefit the little ones.

It always proves to be a great event – the weather cooperates, the parking gods are good to us, and I get to spend an hour or so eating all the treats I want with some of my favorite folks (who cares if I get fat? it’s for a good cause, right?) If you want to learn more – or donate to a great cause, you can check out the No Cookie Left Behind Blog @ http://nocookieleftbehind.wordpress.com/

While I’m still trying to power my way through the sugary goodness I brought home, I’m very pleased with the two onesies I scored for my little-one-to-be, a Nintendo Power Onesie that Neal promised would make Scott happy (such a salesman, that Neal…but Scott was happy…) and a Pirate Booty Onesie that well, made me kinda happy. I love pirates. (The eye-patch and “arrrrgh” kind, not the Somalian kind.)

picture-41

Category Archives: Friends

Bloggers for [really belated] Valentine

It’s you, blogosphere.

And now, a THANK YOU to the Bloggers who have showed me some love this year:

Sunday, Yummy Sunday.

Feeling the Love.

Super Friends

TWEE BABY

* * *

LEYENDECKER LOS ANGELES

* * *

BE SMART BE GREEN

* * *

I STOMACH LA

* * *

Other links to check out:

The Happiest Place on Earth

Mazel Tov, 13-year-old Me.

Doctor’s Orders.

The Ultimate Accessory

Apparently, I used to be cool, too.

No Cookie Left Behind

Hello.

Subscribe to my feed

Follow The818

Growing a Human

Please click to keep The818 ranked!

The818 Reviews and Giveaways Blog

Contact The818

Blogroll

Links

Shops to Visit

The818 Cloud

Represent.

Search

Recent Posts

Archives

Meta