Feelin' Crafty

Today I learned how to make a Dog Paw Christmas stocking and a tin can totem pole. The choices are few as far as passing the time, waiting for your doctor while sitting in a crepe paper gown. I could choose between reading all of the uplifting quotes on the kitty collage on the exam room wall, obsessing over my impending diagnosis of some rare and/or incurable disease or leafing through back issues of the only magazine that Group Health seems to stock. “Family Fun”. So after I made may way through the inspirational Kitty quotes realized I’m already “hangin in there” and decided it was pretty unlikely that I have prostate cancer, I broke down and read some exciting articles about how a soccer mom manages to juggle the schedules of her three pre- teen boys. I collected ideas for making fun head shapes out of wheat grass plants and googly eyes and of course a million and one crafts to do with pipe cleaners and pom poms. Let me just say, I don’t hate children. I don’t hate families. I don’t even hate magazines for and about children and families but is this the only reading material available at Group Health? I know it seems petty to whine about this but it’s my blog so I can be self-indulgant if I want to. Maybe I am just getting old and bitchy and defensive about being 33 and childless but does everything have to revolve around being a mom?…and not just a mom, an embroidered jumper, over achieving, wooden toy only, crafty mom. So this is my petty rant for the day. The point? I don’t have one. I was just grumpy, and cold in my crepe paper ensemble with little to do. I started reading all of the pamphlets and brochures instead. There is a fascinating one on vitamin deficiency. Great…now I have convinced myself I have scurvy…or is it rickets? Something piratey.

Wait...what?

I was reading this article on MSN about whether Omega 3 fats can help with ADD and ADHD. I read a couple paragraphs, got distracted and decided to go get coffee and post to my blog instead.

Back From the Ocean

I just got back from a great little Oregon coast getaway, and check it out. ..

We went to Goonies rock! It's just like I imagined it...well mostly like I imagined it as it lacked a pirate ship, sunken treasure and a pre-pubescent Sean Astin. It was still pretty awesome.

NO CREPE FOR YOU!

Saturday I went to see Pearl Django at the Crepe De Paris…sans Crepe. I have always had wonderful experiences at the Crepe De Paris...or as I call it now...The Paris. Apparently we started off on the wrong foot with our our waiter, Snippy Le Snoot. I’m not sure what annoyed me the most, The fact that a crepe restaurant was curiously out of crepes, that Snippy Le Snoot seemed delighted in telling us the news, or the fact that he was so entirely rude without the benefit of a French accent.

The music was great.
The champagne was lovely
Everything would have been better wrapped in Crepe.