Mortgage Crisis Suckage

Well hello bad timing. The mortgage industry goes haywire and yes we are plumb in the middle of it. I've been in escrow for three LOOOONNGG months... My financial guy assures me all will be OK. I have an ulcer the size of the Grand Canyon. Lots of people have lots of advice... all I can say is... get a paddle and help. Otherwise, the band is playing in the salon, go dance while the ship sinks.

Slightly grumpy doesn't BEGIN to cover how I feel. bleah!

In slightly happier news T and L and I and the delightful John David Keller went up in the Orange Balloon at the soon-to-be Great Park, Irvine.
Great view of the overpopulated Orange County. Then we went to Denny's and gossiped, gossiped, gossiped. I love JD, he's a doll.

Tofu Fest!

So, this afternoon I had a modeling gig in Downtown LA, probably one of my favorite places in the entire world. The building was on Spring St. near LATC, it was a great old walk up that is filled with funky artists (Gronk! lives there) Lilo came along and was a perfect Boho baby. He sat on the floor of the studio, watched the proceedings and was INTERESTED and calm the whole time. Whose baby is he anyway? The gig took less time than I thought so L and I headed to little Tokyo for Nisei week and the Tofu Fest.
The picture you see here is L with a giant piece of tofu. In glasses. The tofu, not L.
I ate, L ate, we ate TOFU goodies. I am a huge Japanophile, I could live in little Tokyo and have Sushi, or Shabu Shabu, every day. I guess I should say I am an asian food nut, except for Chinese, with the major exception of Dim Sum. Actally it's not fair to say I dislike Chinese food. I dislike Americanized Chinese food,

"You can't get the sauce as sweet or as thick in China." Name that movie!

L is crawling now and has a line of bruises on his forehead to prove it. Bad Mommy!

T and I are doing the workshop for Charlottes Web at SCR next week and STILL don't have our childcare situation totally squared away. Oy. WHY is childcare so expensive? Seriously, I'm thinking of taking it up, heaven knows babysitters make MORE than I do.

I will admit it, and it's not nice of me to say but I am so jealous of Lulu. Will I ever put on the dress and get the jewelry? bah. It's not pomo or bobo or boho of me, but I do crave the whole shebang every once in a while. And then I don't, and I don't mind going all Kurt and Goldie.

Sometimes when you smile I can face bad weather...

White Mountain...or big ol' steer butt.

You know, how sometime the universe decides that it's time for things that have been wobbly to righten themselves?
It seems like the universe has decided to let us breathe more easily. I don't want to put a hex on the good luck, so I won't elaborate until it has all come to pass.

Do I need to "Pimp my Ride"?

Let me first say: I actively dislike pushing a stroller. It makes me feel lame and mumsy. AND here in the real OC, there is a big sense of haves/have nots. I can't go anywhere without putting on make up and a flashy outfit or I will be mistaken for the nanny (I wish I was kidding).
BUT! I was at "The Spectrum"( a gaudy vegas-y mall... that's a good thing, 'cause I love to shop) with my friend Ladybug ( who, bless her MADE me try on a dress, which was a size 6, which fit, which was expensive but I bought it anyway cause... Size 6!! What a pick me up. Of course sizing is so screwy, but it's Anthropologie which is cute girl clothes... anyway... I digress) I was pushing my none too cheap little tangerine colored Chicco (the dress matches it, Honestly it's so Sophia Loren!.. the dress not the stroller, can you even picture Sophia Loren pushing a stroller? On her... yep it would be sexy) walking, chatting, and noticing that everyone I passed, who was wielding a baby buggy, did a sidelong glance, rolled their eyes and moved on. I SWEAR! So it's not a $700 Bugaboo or an over the top Peg Perego... Damn it it's a nice mid sized family.... oh god... it's the Chevrolet of strollers and I'm living in Hummer land...

Curse you JK Rowling!

Don't worry that's all I'm going to say. Except.... Good Book!
In random news, Lilo, T and I just got back from two EXHAUSTING weeks of vacation. We can't figure out why we don't feel at all rested. Poor T has an ear infection he caught while swimming, Lilo is traveled out and grouchy and I am GRIMLY determined to lose these last 15 pounds by the 9 month mark. My pediatrician had her baby 8 weeks ago, and she looks like nothing ever happened. Slim, blond and chipper... GRRRR! I will lose the GD weight. Laci Le Poo here I come!
The apartment buying moves on at a *s n a i l s* pace. I HATE waiting, I have the patience of a five year old. I'm dreaming about all the food I will keep in my kitchen... oh damn, the weight, the weight! I'm dreaming about the new playstation I'm going to get with Dance Dance Revolution on it. And a flat screen TV (smallish) and a bedspread with a giant girly peony on it. HA! I keep going back to the kitchen tho', Caephelon cookware, an immersion blender, and my Hello Kitty toaster oven out of storage. Bliss...
I need ideas. It's a studio. Where the heck do I put the baby. I need to figure out how to create a room... Curtains on a line to make his own space? HELP, I need your creative minds!