just a few precious moments to jot a few little notes.

gfss was at kareema's house tonight. she made arepas, hummus and guacamole. the girl is amazing and arepas are delicious. she even has an arepa-maker. think, george foreman grill, venezuelan style.

walking out the car, rachel and i got to enjoy the perfect rain. barely misty drizzling. enough to cool you off and prickle the skin.

and the weekend was amazing as well!

gfss - gainesville edition
meaghan, erika, moi

8.12.07 - kim changes her godson's diaper for the first time. in fact, kim changes her first diaper, ever. very exciting and not too smelly. AND she didn't gag. this is truly a miracle.

cutie face!

no child is as cute as my godson. no way.

it's like heaven
oooooh. this is nice. i like this. this is like... the womb. but bigger.

it's always naptime
all day is naptime. what a life.


the great american novel

no gfss is complete without a silly photo shoot:


oops, ignore the bra strap. it's so white trash.

(quite possibly erika will have me killed for posting this)

a vision
'please don't look at the gravel pile,' says the beauteous meaghan.

we made a ton of food all weekend, and even got trashed and played celebrity. afterwards, we realized there were a few multiples - hitler, einstein and angelina jolie. who knows where our minds were. riesling, chocolate martinis, frangelico... mmm...

drink up, dearie
drink up, my pretty...

the food never ends
sunshine/citrus cupcakes with butter icing. note to self: do not let erika be in charge of the icing whilst drunk.

mz jolie
mz jolie. third round of celebrity.

this, too, may incur my death.

martha stewart
martha stewart!

this is not staged. this is real. this is erika, drunk. :D

awwww.... we're kicking butt and taking names, aren't we?

the 'rents!

erika is totally maternal. really.
and isn't owen the most adorable little homunculus? why yes he is, he's the cutest little homunculus ever!



put band-aid on in the evening.

wore band-aid the next day.

removed band-aid once home from work.

and the adhesive part ripped. skin. from. my. arm.


hot milk

the first time i remember drinking hot milk was in hong kong, around 7 years old. we had gotten it from mcdonald's (mcdonalds! selling hot milk!) and the straw had such a large diameter, i ended up scalding my entire mouth.

now, 21 years later, i'm drinking hot, organic, whole milk in the hopes of sleeping deeply tonight. last night was filled with crazy vivid unpleasant dreams and a few wakings around 3 and 3:30 am.

note to self: must remember to get pictures of the art show from kareema.

this past sunday was a heavenly estrogen day. 11 am meetup at pach's place for some delicious diner brunch with jen, danielle, erika and kareema. i am quite sure that 20 cups of coffee were easily consumed by the group.

then to anthropologie whereupon kim spent, again, too much money. (halp! somebody, stop me!!)

then to my abode for mango and oj mimosas (are they called something else when served w/ mango juice?).

and THEN to the movies for some hot (becoming jane) austen action. lovely.

a little dinner at pei wei and erika running into my car finished up the day. (that last bit is quite true! luckily, my plastic car is sturdy and strong.)

in other news, anthony and i split up this past month. he's moved out and the abode is strangely empty. still making sense of it all and feeling mostly happy with a pinch of lost. we still hang out and talk a lot; 4 years makes people pretty damn close.

looking forward to getting myself in order and taking that trip in december. nothing better when one is feeling a little lost than to run off to europe, eat gelato and drink hot chocolate, take funny pictures and freeze in the winter while wearing a plethora of colorful scarves.

we each wrote what we wanted for this trip, so we'd be on the same page. birds of a feather:

jen's vision: i envision reading books in window sills while holding a glass of wine, carrying heavy groceries up cobbled streets, and late night chats in piazzas. there are things i would like to see, but i'm not going to die if i don't. i'm looking for adventure but not necessarily crazy touristy expensive trip adventure.

kim's vision: gelato. hot chocolate. brioche con panna. dried coconut. sweet frothy cappuccinos while sitting in windowsills. house glasses of wine and walking tipsy through the streets, possibly singing a retarded song. and i like reading books. and taking silly photos. and staying warm in the winter. freaking out about the cold. and drinking more hot chocolate. or a cafe corretto.