This Is Why We Don't Have Nice Things

My sister really seems to have her parenting act together (she sews, she creates, she cuts her baby's hair...poor  little mulleted baby girl), so I decided to take one of her ideas and make it my own: an informal art center for Indio to bang out some remarkable creations. This amounted to me taping paper onto the wall and handing him a stack of crayons, chalk and pens. On top of the paper I taped a few index cards for portable creations I could send out to his great-grandma and far-away relatives.

He scribbled a bit; he tested the boundaries of the paper vs. the wall, all the while watching me for indications that he was in trouble; he pulled off the paper and shoved the index card in his mouth. Three times. This is why we don't have nice things.

Unlisted: You May Kiss the Rings...

Whooo! We've made it big time, folks. Seriously, my photo is in the March/April 2010 issue of St. Louis At Home magazine from when we went to the Winslow's Home Farm Fete. Best part about it is how I look:



Go ahead, compose yourself. To answer a few questions: 1) I have no idea what I could be looking at/thinking about. 2) I hadn't had that much wine (at that point in the evening) 3) If you have a copy of the magazine and a Sharpie, I will autograph it for you.
Post any other questions you may have in the comments section and I will really try to answer them in between all my pressing engagements and blank staring.

...and we're back!

I know, I know. I just abandon my post (and posting) for the last month without even a simple 'Happy Holiday' or 'Merry New Year' and I better have an awesome post to make up for it. Well, I don't tonight. Actually, I was making lists like crazy over the holidays (mundane to-do lists that I wasn't going to drag you all down with, but I was still flexing my list-making muscles during my sabbatical).

And...I got published over the holidays, though I had nothing to do with it. My awesome gift-giver of a husband worked with designer/our friend Todd to compile and publish a book of my photojourna.list posts as a gift to me. They did a fantastic job and it was the best gift...ever. Feel free to preview the book here. And a belated 'Happy Holiday' and 'Happy New Year' to anyone still checking in!

[Update . 01/04/10: I feel less bad. I got caught up on my blogs of interest today and it was like watching Passions (the late daytime soap) - you could have watched one episode every few weeks and didn't really miss out on any story line. Cheers to the other slackers.]

Unlisted: This violent crime sponsored by the McRib

Okay, I know it is poor form to go from talking decor and other lovely things to violent crimes, but this caught my attention. So much so that I introduce a new series: 'Unlisted', my no-list-to-be-found entry.

The online version of the St. Louis Post Dispatch is stltoday.com. Recently they have been running an ad that I think is in poor taste, both figuratively and literally. The first time I saw it my jaw dropped open and I clutched my chest: I was reading an article about a murder and next thing I know blood is splattering over the text...seconds later a McRib logo overlays the text and I realize the blood is actually supposed to be BBQ sauce. What kind of twisted person pairs the Crime Beat section with this McRib ad? Here are the screen shots so judge for yourself (keep in mind the sauce actively splatters as you start to read the article, oh and then gets squeegeed off).