11-22-08

Poor Slob, Poor Slob Without a Name

The dog was bequeathed to us by our neighbors when they decided to screw our landlord and us in the process (our landlord hates us now b/c D “referred” them, personally his ex GF moving in next door was less than exciting to me.). He was called Louie once. It doesn’t really fit him. We were thinking Linux, but that didn’t stick. We call him Lu, I joke it is short for Lucifer. We’ve washed him three days ago and he smells like dog again, a smell that makes me gag.

11-22-08

To Wong Fu, With Love

Sometimes my mind and body seem to separate, so the idea of self becomes thought and the mirror becomes foreign. I blame Ana for that. Sometimes the camera helps bring the two back together again. Sometimes it doesn’t.

S: I always feel like a transvestite in make up.

11-22-08

BPA is Nommy Mommy!

1. Eco-Friendly Play Kitchen Set, (recycled from old milk cartons) 2. fruit bowl, 3. pink kitchen, 4. “Who Will Lead Us Now?”

Somewhere along the lines I think my connections got crossed and now my childhood Christmas memories involve coming down to find the tree in the morning surrounded by mountains of presents. I know, logically, it’s not the case. I am switching some random marketing photo with my own tree and I can’t fogure out why. Regardless, I am having this terrible inner turmoil when it comes to planning for IsaLuna and Solaris’ Christmas presents.

The not-so-logical parent would like to spoil them, buy them the huge fake kitchen and eight sets of fake plastic foods so they can have a full fledged working kitchen. (yum, BPA tastes like chicken!) I think this is the same psycho that actually considers spending $500 on a nursery set. I try not to listen to her.

The logical parent side freaks at the idea of all that plastic crap and force feeding scenery to them when their imaginations need working. She also freaks out at the thought of Christmases past which shows they received way too many things and half of them they didn’t play with.

So maybe this year I don’t feel so bad about spending $40 on the Recycled Kitchen Play Set, $20 on felt for mom and I to set out creating some toy food while she is here and $20 each on an individual present. Not sure what to get Iz yet, but Solaris is getting a kids camera so she stays away from mine, which I just found in the bottom of a laundry basket. Then have mom make some of her awesome cupcakes and dad, his cookies for their stockings.

So $100 on two kids gifts. I can be ok with this, they don’t need a lot of presents and they more open to interpretation it allows them to be the better. Then why do I feel so guilty about not giving them a huge Christmas?