








Happy holidays to everyone and happy 2010!
Check the ingredients.
Snook getting in on the raw-egg act.
A splash of this and a stir of that.
And voila!
Tis the season to eat!
I haven't picked up this book yet, but it's on my short list of things to read. You know, it wasn't that long ago when girls who were graduating from college with a ring on their fingers were presented with a corsage, while their spinster sisters got a lemon. With the college's blessing, no less. You can listen to the author's enthusiastic synopsis here and read the review here.
This picture kind of says it all.
What is the frickin' deal!?! I forgot to bring my trusty bottle of Tabasco sauce to work yesterday, the result being my veggies and cheese sandwich was beyond bland and practically inedible. It never used to be like this. Are the taste buds the first things to go? Not that the rest of me is completely intact, but c'mon!
Snook is all ready for the 2010 birthday party circuit with this new dress, courtesy of her grammie. But it might be a good idea to have a couple of back-ups, just in case this one should fall victim to a chocolate cupcake, overzealous paintbrush or a tempting mud puddle. In case you were wondering, Mom/Grammie. Love.

As fun as our recent trip to the happiest place on earth was, the highlight for me may have been dinner on our way home at Mr. Pete Burgers (the H has been sporting their t-shirt for years). Where the burgers are fresh and flavorful, and the fries strike that perfect balance between crispy and potatoey, with just the right amount of finger-lickin' saltiness. You know the fast food is good when you get in your car the next day and the lingering aroma makes your stomach growl, not turn over. If you ever find yourself craving a burger on that stretch of highway between San Diego and Anaheim, I would highly recommend stopping by.

Family jungle cruise ride
Sending the Chargers some love from afar
Good boy, Pluto!
Awaiting the Princess and the Frog riverboat extravaganza
There's Princess Tiana!
Snook got a case of the bashfuls
Until it came time to negotiate, of course.
Luckily, we had two brave kids at the Santa Claus meet and greet. Bubs even piped up when asked what he would like for Christmas, "Choo choo train, pees." That place is so much fun!

Can you tell my Uncle Todd used to drive a taxi? So did my dad!
Forget about ties, power drills and aftershave. Your guy would probably prefer a helping of Brulee this holiday season. From what I can see, Kiki and Perla have nothing on these newcomer trifles, direct from NYC. Not that those oldies wouldn't be goodies too . . . And in that much-loved category of gifts that keep on giving.




So why haven't mommy cards taken off? Are they a little dorky? Over the top? More to the point, would you be scared of a mom who handed you one of these? Perhaps. But I do remember brainstorming with my mother-in-law once about how I could go about designing something like this because I truly thought they might come in handy. Looks like my mompreneurial ambitions (such as they are) were thwarted once again!
Sweet Ballerina - Brunette Stretched Canvas by Karina Bania