Tea and Strumpets

Spencer's birthday was on Sunday, and when Chrissy asked what he wanted to do Adia answered, "Tea party!" Chrissy's little sister, Ana, came up for the weekend, and we all went to the park for tea party fun.


The spread: raspberry lemon scones, lemon and chocolate cream tarts, cream puffs, and chocolate chocolate chip cookies.


Ana is shocked at Spencer and Chrissy, who are trying to squish Adia's head with their lips. Also, Chrissy made that skirt.


Need candles blown out? Chocolate tarts eaten? Look no further. And she'll work for peanuts (if they're covered in chocolate).


We dove for cover as Ana dove for the creampuffs.


Baby Face, accompanied by breathy exclamations of "Wow!" and "Yay!"


What? That's just what we look like.


Chrissy + water from a toy teapot = drunken whore.


Happy birthday, Spencer! A tea party is totally appropriate for a 29-year-old straight man!

Foolish Golden Dreams of Pots And Kettles Of Fish

There was an amazing sunset last night, but either I or my camera lacked the ability to capture it properly. Mmm, (contemplative eye squint), probably the camera.


This is the best I could get. See how glowy the windows in the building are? That's what the trees looked like, and anyplace the sun was hitting. It was raining just a bit and there was a faint rainbow in the sky. Did you know you can only see a rainbow if the sun is behind you? I'm not totally sure why, but I think it's probably because the light hits the raindrops and is refracted at such an angle that it will only hit your eye if the sun is behind you.

This possibly educational (or possibly totally incorrect) science post is brought to you by Friday and rainbows and time travel and muppets.

Add Cheesecake And You Get The Picture

Chrissy finds the coolest things to do. Wednesday night we went to Seattle - back to Gas Works Park -


to see Lullaby Moon.


It was definitely meant for kids, and I've never been really interested in theatre that deals in spectacle


without story or character development,


but it was visually stunning,


and I love that people do this kind of thing. I love theatre that's available to everyone - free and open and anyone can be a part of it. At one point some little kids ran onto the "stage," and it was no big deal, and at the end of the show they played music and encouraged everyone to join in; it turned into a big dance party for half an hour before they did the finale.


We brought a picnic dinner and a dog,


and we talked and walked around and took pictures. Despite the elaborate costumes


and spectacular use of the water,


it was a really casual, fun time.



*Pictures 2, 4, 6, and 9 courtesy of Chrissy and her mad skillz.

Apparently "Midget" Is A Derogatory Term

I am not multi-tasker. I'm having a lot of trouble typing and singing along to Wicked at the same time. I could turn off the music, but I feel like singing so I'm just going to deal with typos and scattershot thoughts. AND SO ARE YOU HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! That's what you get for reading this.


That's not a 3; it's a W, for Wicked.

This morning - what you probably know as "afternoon" - I felt like singing. Just really, really felt like singing. And I realized that's maybe the thing I miss the very most with not having a car: driving around and singing at the top of my lungs. I took singing lessons through a lot of college, and I always practiced in the car because it was the only place I was SURE I wouldn't be overheard (and trust me, you don't want to overhear me singing - I can't carry a tune in a bucket. I love that cliche because then I have to imagine what it would look like to carry a tune in a bucket, and I wonder how you could get a tune to stay in a bucket because it seems like the kind of thing that would just float away on the air).

I've alwaysalwaysalways wanted to do a cross-country road trip, but I've never been able to get all my ducks neatly in a row (more cliches! I'm all about showtunes and cliches today. It must be Tuesday). Now I'm unemployed and I have the funds, but...no car. And I think renting one would drain my bank account to a degree I'm not prepared to deal with. (I end sentences with prepositions. It's a stupid rule. Suck it up.)

But I would REALLY love to drive cross-country and sing at the top of my lungs the whole way.

Once, in college, I drove from Utah home to California with my sister, Melanie. I think she's probably the only person who's ever heard me sing without inhibition. Mainly because she's almost as big of a dork as I am. Almost. She is also freakishly tiny.


I remember singing "Seasons of Love" (heehee! theatre kids are so dorky) from Rent, just blasting it and not caring how totally white-girl we sounded. That is a great memory. Mel, ditch the family


and let's go on a road trip and sing. I miss how much fun we used to have together. Remember that time you and your friends came and stayed with me at Chapman? That was a blast. Let's eat our way through the USA. That can be our motto. We can get it printed on t-shirts, and wear visors and fanny packs. We should bring Raych too,


and it can be a sisterly bonding thing. Or we can tie Rachel up and and put her in the trunk and it can be a sisterly bondage thing. Although bondage has all these weird sexual connotations, so maybe we'll just stick with bonding.

I was walking through town and did a double take at this


because at first glance I thought it read, "cars existing," which would have been all philosophical and stuff.

Next Stop: Dollywood!

I've been watching a lot of Weeds lately, and I'm thinking of becoming a drug dealer because this is Bellingham and I bet TONS of people smoke pot, but pot isn't really much of a drug so I'd just be a pot dealer and not a drug dealer, but I'm not really into danger and I hear dealers are pretty protective of their territory.

Plan B.

Hm, isn't plan B the morning-after pill? Well, that's just completely not helpful to me at all.

PS: Looking at the date, I just realized it's my kindergarten best friend's birthday. I know this, and yet I can't remember YOUR birthday. And I like you more.

AAAHHH!!! A TALKING MUFFIN!!

Muffins, muffins, muffins
I made you out of clay
And when you're cooked and ready
A muffin I will play!


I didn't actually make them out of clay. That would be gross.

My favorite bakery of TIME AND ALL ETERNITY is Sugar and Sunshine Bakery of Plainsboro, NJ. Gigi Burton is a baking GENIUS and you should all visit New Jersey SOLELY for her cinnamon rolls and cupcakes. After I moved she gave me the recipe for her blondies, which I have yet to make due to the tragic shortage of chocolate chips and pecans in my communist household.

However. Last night I made her cranberry orange muffins. My communist household has a couple of avid gardeners, and I am lucky enough to share in the spoils. Lo and behold, cranberry orange became raspberry lemon. I also used soy milk instead of whole milk because we have a lot of soy milk.


They're muffiny muffins and not cakey muffins, so they didn't rise as much as I thought they would.

But muffiny bliss does not depend on size.

I'm about to mount a surprise attack.

NOOOOO!

Really, the muffin should have known. It was, after all, irresistibly delicious.

Next time I think I'll add more lemon, which will make my victory over the muffins that much more tangy.

Light Up The Sky Like A Flame

It probably won't be as great as the original, but I'm crazy excited about the remake of Fame.


If I ever get too old for movies like this, please, just put me out of my cranky old misery.

Hold On To That Feelin'

Did you guys know that Danica McKellar (Winnie from The Wonder Years) is a math genius? I never cared much for Winnie, but all of the sudden I want to worship at the altar of Danica.

Okay, yeah, that sounds weird to me too.

Also,