Monday, November 26, 2007


* UPDATE!!! We did it! He is offically Mr. Splashy Pants! Now show your Pants Pride and go buy a button, t-shirt or bib!

While I intended for my Chrismukkah List to remain at top billing for a bit, this is time sensitive and just too good not to let you all in on!!

Greenpeace has adopted a humpback whale and we get to name him! How often do you get to name a sea creature? Right. So while there are a whole slew of names available for votes, there is only one deserving of your click. Mr. Splashy Pants.


Sunday, November 25, 2007


This began as a blog post about things uniquely American.

Ask me to capture America on film, I would most likely take you back to 1982 and shoot a portrait of a family in Ohio standing in their front yard. There would be perms, Hawaiian print shirts, cigarettes, and blue eyeshadow aplenty.

Then in typical Generation Y fashion I got bored (read: frustrated) and decided I was deserving of lots of gifts for Chrismukkah. So, nice and early, here is the weetiny approved 2007 Christmukkah list!!

1. Nikon D200
2. Adobe CS3
3. a house for my parents
4. Tiffany Passport cover in Tiffany Blue Patent Leather
5. The Graduate on DVD
6. free car washes for 2008
7. a healthy godson
8. good hair days!
9. Plask W Tretorn Wedge Wellies in White
10. another year cancer free!

* obvs. not is order of importance!


Glad I could post up some photos of your baby! I love Roxy nearly as much as you, but your girlfriend is right, "She's fu*king mental!" Enjoy London for me!

xoxo, wee

Saturday, November 24, 2007


I might hate bath time, but I love life after!


Bath time for Roxy!!

no. not bath time!

I hope you know I am not getting up...


this is so embarrassing!!

I still hate you

Friday, November 23, 2007



* thanks m and k for the Thanksgiving pre-game!

Wednesday, November 21, 2007


I hate birds.

I won't date a man who has a bird.

I wear this badge with pride.

It all stems from a crisp fall day in 1982. I am a wee 3 years old. Alexander is my best friend and we often play wonder woman on the playground where he always gives me his red hooded sweatshirt as a cape. He crafts me villains to hunt and saves me from things like spiders and always sleeps on my mat at nap time. He is the best friend a girl can have.

Thanksgiving is approaching and the pre-school is decked out in little hand print turkeys and Indian feather headbands. It is a time for sweaters. Cute ones with crocheted leaves and shiny pearl buttons. This is in fact what I am sporting the morning of our Thanksgiving Show and Tell, with some awesome corduroy pants. Love the 80's!

The excitement is palpable on the play yard. Alexander has a Show and Tell surprise! 20 tiny faces stare wide eyed as he leads out his pride and joy, a GIANT pet turkey! Oh the wonder and strangeness of this creature, who is taller than all of us. The group of munchkins gingerly steps forward to investigate. Except for one little blonde girl who is watching, rooted to her spot, left alone from the protection of the pack.

Pop! Up shoots the turkey head, beady eye turned to the straggler. Wink, wink go the buttons on her sweater. As if calling an SOS to the turkey. With a hideous cry the turkey bolts from the blob of children and breaks into a dead run. He must have those shiny, winky, pearl buttons!

In the blink of an eye (a beady turkey eye), the girl is knocked to the ground by the brute force of 30 pounds of mad turkey. He stands proudly on his conquest and flaps his wings in victory. Let the carnage begin! Peck! Peck! Peck! "Must have buttons" runs through his tiny turkey brain like a ticker tape. He is ignorant to the screams of terror from the owner of the sweater and buttons. Her tears mean nothing to him. This is full scale battle. The battle of the button.

As you by now have gathered (if your brain is bigger than our turkey's), the girl is me. I don't remember how I came to be relieved of the turkey, as I had fainted. I awoke dusty, tear stained and bloody inside the nap room. Outside I could hear Alexander's anguished cries and the teachers discussing just what they were going to tell my Mother.

From that day forward I snubbed Alexander, how could he ever recover in my eyes? The boy couldn't control his turkey! And each Thanksgiving I relish eating another turkey dinner.

The preceding story is entirely true. Happy Thanksgiving!! Go eat a turkey!

xoxo, wee

Tuesday, November 20, 2007


And on Tuesday's menu: Sauteed Zucchini with Scallops and Jasmine Rice! Yum!

butter and red pepper flakes!

in go the scallops!


time to eat, blog and watch House


*ps and so very wee!


* Bel Air, lazy Sunday afternoon stroll

Monday, November 19, 2007


A must have experience!! Yes, Point Break the Movie, as live interactive, impromptu theater. Go, go, go I tell you. Go!

you need this!

and this!

act I

act II

the death scene!

johnny utah forever!

thanks poncho! you were great!