Friday, January 30, 2009

Don't shoot your kids

with anything but this new point and shoot camera available at Canon's SD1100 with Image Stabilization is a pocket size camera, that won't empty your pockets. Available in silver, blue, pink, and brown, it packs a punch with it's 8.0 MP's, and a DIGIC III Image processor. My favorite part about this little guy? It comes with a lithium ion battery pack, and charger! Oh, and Costco is throwing in a free 2 gig SD card with purchase. How thoughtful of them.

Happy Anything!!

What a fun way to give a gift! These personalized Visa Gift Cards from are my new favorite way to send a gift for a birthday, anniversary, or anything else worth celebrating with cold hard cash. Spend the bucks, then save the card for a cute keepsake. Available in any denomination between $20 and $500.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Tea Time Table

...or Lemonade as we lovingly call it in our home. This wooden table and chairs from IKEA will soon be transformed into a charming place for tea parties, coloring, crafts, or homework after a coat of Aqua Chiffon Interior Satin Latex Paint by Olympic Premium. I am considering covering with a layer of clear fast-dry polyurethane to make crayon clean up a bit easier, but it takes away from the satin finish, so we'll have to wait and see.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

I heart Valentines Day

I love everything about this time of the year, especially the colors. Deep red stirs up passion and action, while pink is romantic and charming. What could be more fun than a holiday dedicated to the people you love? Preparing for it!! This year I have some fun suprises in store for my little ladies, and they will be delighted to hand out these personalized valentines from Martha Stewart to their classmates. I can't wait to show you how I tweak them, to make them my own. You can download this design if you are up for more than taping a sucker to a cardboard Spongebob. Oh, and p.s. please, PLEASE don't tape a sucker to a cardboard spongebob!

Easy and Healthy Snack

I realize that there are numerous health benefits of plain yogurt including being a rich source of calcium, an immunity booster, and a balanced source of protein, fats, carbohydrates, and minerals. But I have never been able to bring myself to partake. Until now. Thanks to the brilliant idea of someone on television, on a show that I cannot recall, I have a new healthy low-fat snack. The directions are simple: Measure 1/2 cup of low-fat, plain yogurt into serving dish. Sprinkle sugar-free Jello, about 1 tbsp or to taste on top, and mix together. Voila! You have a healthy and inexpensive version of flavored yogurt!

Thursday, January 22, 2009

The Diagnosis

Shortly after May of 2000 is when I noticed the change. Coming home to my messy apartment and pouring a bowl of cereal for dinner just didn't feel right anymore. It used to be my favorite part of the day. After leaving the office, I would kick off my black stilettos for the drive home and leave them under the seat until the next time I needed them. My bag, coat, and keys would end up thrown on the kitchen table, wait... the floor? Nope, it was the table. Then began the search for the box with the most cereal left in the bottom. It was my own personal happy hour. Dinner on the futon, with Pat Sajak and Alex Trebek.

Now trading those two men in my life for the one I married was a fairly easy decision. I would gladly dine on burned spaghetti in a 500 square foot living space, with a heater that was stuck on 85 degrees year round... as long as it was with him. But would he? This is where I noticed my first symptoms. Rather than laughing at the fact that I was actually able to burn a pot of water, I was concerned. Not only did I desire to serve my newly wedded paramour spaghetti that was cooked al dente, but I wanted to offer him a favorable presentation and complimentary side dishes. Where was my trusty old cereal bowl? Why did I feel this sudden desire to make food taste good and look pretty? Domesticopathy was the only credible answer.

The first year or so was the worst. Learning to deal with a new disease takes time, patience, and understanding. Luckily, my new husband was up for the challenge. He would never raise his voice when finding women's personal care items in his toiletry bag, or makeup on his toothbrush because I needed to tame my eyebrows. He picked up pizza when dinner was scorched so badly that our fire alarm went off, even though he took the batteries out. And he was never irritated by the fact that he had to dig through a pile of half clean/half dirty laundry to find two matching socks. He even occasionally offered to pour us both bowls of cereal for dinner after I got home from work.

Just when I started to figure out the best butter to use in my chocolate chip cookies, which, by-the-way, have become somewhat of a legend... enter: kids. I put away my cookbooks and home decor magazines and purchased my own copy of "What to expect when you're expecting." Oh they don't tell you the half of it. I knew that having a child was a risky move considering what I had already learned about my disease. I knew my symptoms would worsen, and there would be no chance of a cure. Blankets, burp rags, binkis, and bottles? And those were just the B's! My head hurt when I couldn't find tights to match the perfect spring dress, and my stomach would fall ill if I missed out on an end of season sale at the Gap. Who am I kidding... it still does.

I have learned a lot since the beginning. Thanks to the Internet, good books, photography, and a few fine retailers, I have welcomed the challenge. I shutter to think of the poor ladies of old, who had to deal with the same challenge in, oh.. say the 1980's. I mean really, sometimes you just count your blessings and make the best of things. The purpose of this blog is to share some of the treatments that I have discovered, and to lend support to all whom may be suffering along with me. Food, home decor, photo's, and retail therapy have all played a part in the success of my treatment. I believe that together we can conquer anything. So ladies, (and all of you metro sexual males who quite honestly do most things better than women), let us dine together, photograph together, shop together, and laugh together until we find a cure!