Sit-ups and stings and stamps and...

My day?  Mediocre at best.  Reminder to self: No is not a bad word.

So I'll talk about stuff that happened days ago instead.  Party Saturday night?  Pretty good.  Pics and review, and even a little video, here.  And my fish tacos?  Let's just say that recipe is filed in a very safe place to be used over and over and over again.  Well, if mini-pear happens to change her mind back again about meat.  Many tears at our house this evening.  Weeping about trawlers and the "great big holes they carve out of the ocean floor!!!!!"  Hopefully idle threats about the sabotage she plans to perform as a stowaway one day.  I should know better than to suggest smoked salmon and cucumber sandwiches after a long day.  Be a vegetarian, my girl, you've got my blessing.

Sunday, we'd planned on going down to Rivermouth to check out the dog surfing event.  Yes, I'm talking about actual dogs surfing real waves on real surf boards.  Possibly modified in some way?  I'm not sure.  At any rate, I think it speaks to the degree to which we feel at home here that we could wake up Sunday morning, feeling a little partied out and say, "Dogs surfing?  Ehhhh, let's have a quiet breakfast at home and then drive up to karate instead."  Karate it was, and aren't we glad we went?  Mini-pear came out with a sly smile and a paper secreted behind her back - an invitation to test into the next level.  She's so proud and we're so proud and she's really been working very hard (unprompted sit-ups?!?!?  what next?) towards this.

Later on, we hit the beach.  I was sleepy, so I hung  under my umbrella in my micro-fleece and bikini, half-napping, half-reading.  Micro-fleece!  Chilly in the shade!!!  Let me count the ways I love you, SoCal.  Anyway, there I was minding my own business and some stinged beast comes along and zaps me right on my bikini line.  You know, whenever I get stung it's always such an undramatic story.  There's no sticky popsicle involved, no accidental unearthing of a yellow jacket nest - it's just me, minding my own damned business and some beast comes up and decides commit hara-kiri on me.  As per usual, I swelled up like a balloon and have had a mad, deep itch for days.

Mad, deep itch = insomnia.

Remember when my old blog was all about little crafty projects and pink hair ?  Anyway, the other day I I grabbed a sharpie marker, a bit of linoleum and my carving tools and I made a little stamp.  And that's, uh, about it.  I haven't even inked the thing.  Actually, at this point, I don't even know where it's ended up, but there's photographic evidence.  Right now, triple p's got an overwhelming urge to create stuff.  Last week, I thought it might even be an actual baby (I know, I know.  With the adoption they'd be virtual twins!  Crazy talk!), but this week, I'm back down to earth a little bit and I think maybe just carving out some bona fide time in the studio should suffice. 

Comments

[Kate]

you had pink hair?! I used to have pink hair. I've been having the urge to pink it up again. Not unlike your urge to have a baby. ok, totally different.

[Rebecca H.]

Yay for mini-P. She must really feel good about that accomplishment. Has she already made off with your newly-made stamp? I know I'd be tempted to do so.

I'd rather associate you with pink hair than pink, swollen bitten leg. Poor leg.