Be SuperCrafty!

Holy crap, Supercrafty.com is live! No more eBay. I can't believe I didn't get the memo. I have the memo on the TPS reports but I missed the all important SuperCrafty memo.

I hate it when that happens.

Charles is still in charge

well, at least at Oliva. The manager & waitstaff were definately paying this good man some good attention.

Wah, wah, wah.

Who knew there was spectacular Italian food in the valley? Good food, great company and Chachi...what more can a girl ask for on a Tuesday night?

Happy Mother's Day

Mom actually liked her bag! So exciting.

If you'd like to make this bag, go buy the pattern from Allison. Go now. You'll need to buy yarn at your local yarn shop since she doesn't carry solid color felting yarn. But seriously, Allison has the cutest patterns. And really, if can make them, so you can too.

Of course, Eleanor almost didn't get Mother's Day bag. Mom liked it way more than I expected. (Don't tell Mom I just ordered more yarn from Allison to make her one for her birthday.)

I don't know what's cooler about this bag, that its cute, that its easy or that Allison links to the pattern so you can get it for free. I guess its all good. But the yarn is Noro Kureyon and she has a bunch of different colorways for you. And her prices are pretty damn stellar. But I warn you, once you enter the cult of Noro, you can't ever leave. The color combinations are just amazing.

Anyways, I hope all the moms out there had a great Mother's Day.

Spinkles vs. Danties - Round One

In this corner we have the defending champion.

In this corner we have the new kid.

Ok, to be honest, I don't understand the Sprinkles phenomenon. I mean, they're good. I understand that. I've had 8 different flavors and their dark chocolate is damn good. Would I stand in line for an HOUR for one? Oh, hell no. I get cranky after my usual wait time of about 90 seconds. But, I don't feel like I want my $3 back after eating one. They're pretty and yummy.

Then I read about Danties. Now this seemed more up my alley. And let me tell you, I was not disappointed. Granted, its not located in the heart of Beverly Hills. Its behind a Winchells about 2 miles west of Sprinkles, on the same street no less! There aren't 4 cute twenty somethings working the counter. Instead, you have what looks like a industrial kitchen with a large bakery case filled with beautiful cupcakes and very helpful business owners happy to talk to you about their product. As you can see from the picture above, the presentation is fantastic and they taste as good as they look. I have a feeling that once they sell a few thousand of these, they'll have a prettier shop with a very young eager staff.

Go to Danties, you won't be disappointed. But, more importantly, if you go, bring me one!

"If you don't have anything nice to say, come sit next to me."

One of my all time favorite movie quotes and definitely one of my guiding principles to my life, but not how I run my blog. I might rant or rave about something. But I do try to keep quiet if things sort of suck generally. That's why I've been vaguely absent.

Again.

I guess that's why I'm writing. Since I blog for a variety of reasons, one of which is to keep track of my life, I should keep track of the suck too. If I had been brave enough to blog about all the side-effects my meds had after the brush fires of aught five, then I wouldn't have given my doctor such a stupid look when he asked my what exact side-effects I had from prednizone. Instead I had the above-mentioned stupid look and a "Uh....I couldn't eat." Yeah, that sort of logic works well with a seasoned medical professional.

My week:

Thursday: Woman of the Year dinner for the YWCA. Lovely dinner, AMAZING women. I think I might get involved with the group though what I could add alludes me. Anyways, I *thought* I got food poisoning that night.

Friday: Over at Eleanor's having a lovely time. I *thought* I had the beginning of an allergy attack, runny nose, pretty much what I deserve for skipping my allergy shots all year.

Saturday: Eyes sore (which means I can't read, knit or even watch tv), runny nose, fatigue, weakness, sneezing, headache....stayed in bed all day and night slept most of the day and night.

Sunday: Runny nose, sore throat, chest tightness (i.e. can't breathe well), fatigue, headache, swollen lymph nodes (neck area) and grandma would like me to add grumpy as all hell, slept 4 hours, awoken once by Mr. & Mrs. Squirrel having a very loud verbal altercation outside my window.

Monday: Chest tightness, fatigue, headache, swollen lymph nodes - see doctor - start antibiotics - Wake up repeatedly during the night for lack of oxygen (The only reason I didn't call 911 was the knowledge that no one dies from Sleep Apnea. Your body will wake you if you're not breathing.) due to my throat swelling up and all this crap running around in there (and no my nose wasn't running so I'm yet to understand that fun) - Slept a total of 4 hours.

Tuesday: Managed to talk to my doctor without crying (my goal) and decided that since my rule for prednizone is that I won't take it until fear of death...well, waking up from not breathing qualifies. Chest tightness, fatigue, headache, swollen lymph nodes - 5pm: take pred - 6pm - nausea (intense) followed by headache - 12am - 6am - weehoo, slept 6 hours IN A ROW.

Wednesday: Chest tightness, fatigue, nausea (mild), headaches (mild to severe).

Ok, seriously. I know I have a respiratory infection again. I know I get these freaky symptoms that no one else gets. I mean really people. When did your flu give you a swollen throat. I haven't gotten a sore throat since I was about 12 so that was new in and of itself. Buy my whole damn neck swelling from the inside out cutting off pretty much all oxygen intake. That's just wrong on so many levels.

And that brings me to why I'm writing all of this down. Today, lunch was a treat. I got to hang with Erin and we did Panini Cafe followed by Sprinkles.

Food intake for today: I've had one (1) Naked Juice (7am) & about a 1/2 cup of Multi-Grain Cheerios (8am) to try to help settle the nausea. I managed a half a sandwich before the nausea came back (12:30pm) . Then I stared at a box of cupcakes about an hour later. I ate 1/2 of one. Nausea was immediate. Oh, f it, I want my damn dark chocolate cupcake. I ate the other half.

All of that is wrong.

I don't want food? Yeah, that's like Jane not wanting to rip up a rug.

I'm sorry but half a sandwich is not a meal. I mean, it might be for you skinny people. I want my sandwich, my fries, my Diet Coke and my cookie. I didn't get to this perfect size 10 skipping meals ya know.

"It takes work to look like this."

So that's what I need to keep track of. And no, I won't bore you with it daily. I'm hoping all of this dies down by the weekend. Hell, everyday of this I think this is the end of it. And, the good news is, since the swelling in my neck has decreased (apparently that's something pred helps with) I don't have to continue on that medication. Now I can report back on *exactly* why I hate prednizone to my doctor next week. That way, next time I get ill and can't breath (in a normal way, not this throat closing stuff) and he asks me why I'm refusing prednizone and dislike it so much, I can just say:

"Let's look at my chart from May."

That's much better than.

"Uh, it sucks?"

Coming up in our next more interesting, positive and most importantly educational blog post:

Fight of the Century: Sprinkles vs. Danties

Stay tuned.

Monkey, Monkey, Monkey

I don't talk about work but I will tell you that we did find a fondness and a fear of monkeys last year at trial. As I sit here in my monkey shorts (love that Paul Frank), every time I see a monkey I smile.

I saw this on my way to B's last night.
I almost ran into a parked car I was laughing so hard.

Extreme Makeover

Blogger Edition.