Thursday, February 28, 2008 Thanks to Richele at Richie Designs for helping me with my Euro-fabulous new header! That's me in the middle with my entourage; don't you just love a man who can rock a fur collar?
If the header looks weird in any sort of only-a-graphic-designer-would-notice-it way, it's my fault because I had to mess with it to get it to conform to Blogger.
You're the bomb-diggity, Richie!
Saturday, February 23, 2008 My family and I were at Chuck E Cheese today for my niece's birthday. As a result, posting will be light in about 2 days when we are all ill and wishing for death.
I'd like to go ahead and confirm that my experience at Chuck E Cheese sucked for the following reasons:
1) Cheri's ex had the kids this weekend and they were all there with his new girlfriend.
FYI, the ex was really pissed that Chuck had it's liquor license suspended. Are you wondering "how on earth does Chuck E Cheese get its liquor license suspended?" Me too, but I wasn't about to ask the surly teenage employees.
2) Noise, germs, bad food, and moms with visible boob tattoos. Boob tattoos are so ill-advised, don't you think? Especially the mini-tiger claw variety. Can't wait to see them at age 65.
3) My brother-in-law's friend was there with his fiance, and I called her by the old girlfriend's name. I realized it as it was coming out of my mouth. That was pretty awesome. It was witnessed by many people who suddenly pretended be busy handing out tokens and such. I spent the rest of the time trying to keep her in earshot while I referred to her by her correct name. Cool.
Did I tell you that my 6 year old put a token in his mouth? So yeah. We're going down.
Enjoy your weekend, and don't you dare get a boob tattoo without talking to me first.
EDIT: My disclaimer--Denver has suburban Chuck E Cheeses and "urban" Chuck E Cheeses. We went to an urban one yesterday, which was decidedly more violent, grungy and unpleasant than suburban ones. The moral of the story is, not all Chuck E Cheeses are this bad. None are completely fantastic and you can be sure that they all have strains of the plague on the skeeball balls, but there's definitely a spectrum of awfulness.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008 Here:
The kids would have to scram, of course, and I'd like some dappled sunshine and an ocean. Oh, I would also need someone to push me gently for hours without speaking or even breathing.
Someone will need to fetch me some gossip and interior design magazines, as well as a mindless book or two. A frappacuino and a light snack of french fries will be required, and probably cupcakes. I don't mean to be difficult, but I could really use a pedicure. I'd also appreciate a nearby blooming lilac bush, the skin of an 20 year-old and this dress:
and these sunglasses:
Shoes? How kind of you to ask, but I am in a basket swing on the beach. Shoes would be silly--and my pedicure needs to dry.
It's really not too much to ask, is it?
Instead, I am sitting here at my desk, just now noticing that one of the people I gave birth to has wiped her nose on my shoulder.
Nice.
Basket swing photo courtesy of The Family at Home by Anita Kaushal
Wednesday, February 13, 2008 Attention, everyone! There is a rock star among us! Our pal and fellow blogger Richele over at Richie Designs has published (as in real, official, and legit) greeting cards. Check out these samples--click to enlarge if you need to:
They're smart, stylish and original, and they're going to be at Jack Cards soon (note: if you still haven't bought your necessary Valentine cards and were planning on finding some among the Snoopy dregs at the grocery store tomorrow, you might want to give this site some attention). If you are like me and want to see Richele's cards there even sooner, please email info@jackcards.com.
Congratulations, Richele!