Oh, oh, oh. I know I have talked about the dojo baby that I used to babysit. He is now 2 and a half and is also a BIG BROTHER. His sister was born on Saturday and is already home. Mom and baby are doing fine. I can't wait to meet her.

Plant the seeds! Bonus!

I just ate an orange. It was nom.

And I did the laundry and then I...wait for it...put away the laundry! Go me! Except socks. I couldn't bear socks. I will onerous my socks on Wednesday.

I also decided on one big work Onerosity (year end) and one small (socks) and one big home Onerosity (clean bedroom...including the nightstands. Woes.)

So my plan for the entire rest of the evening is: 1. Nail polish. 2. Play games. 3. Eat delicious French bread what is baking right now because I have to get up super early in the morning and won't have time to get breakfast.

Oh, man. 90210 is doing a Burning Bed episode, with their very own Farrah.

I'm pretty sure my princess phase had more to do with Leia than Cinderella. It also involved designing and building castles using dur-dur tubes from rolls of paper towels, and construction paper.

Dog people: does anyone give their dog peanut butter in a Kong? And if so, how much peanut butter, and how far in do you put it? Because it seems like it will be impossible for Kato to get out.

ION, we had spinach salads tonight, before I even read all the spinach posts here. What's with the spinach synchronicity?

Also, I have been tracking my food on Livestrong's MyPlate, and today I had more than 100 grams of protein. That's...a lot. But then, I am a large human being, so 100 grams isn't as much as it sounds, when considered in light of my total daily intake. Which included spinach.

And then! I dropped the plastic gallon of milk on the kitchen floor because I was looking to see how much protein is in milk (seriously), and the plastic split vertically down the side behind the handle.

We saved a lot of the milk before it spilled, but DAMN, the amount that *did* spill was a fucking mess. I did not cry over it, though, since the saying exhorts me not to.

I am at trader joes buying clementines. Then I will eat some.

What's with the spinach synchronicity?

It was hiding in a drawer, I'd forgotten about it and cooking it all in one go seemed A Good Idea. You know, before it rotted.

LiveStrong is all shirty at my 50 grams of protein. Of course LiveStrong also thinks I am always low on carbs. Whatever.

LA-istas, do you think your city is losing stature?

No, but I do think the LA Times has. It used to be a good paper.

I had spinach salad for dinner! There is quite the spinach synchronicity here.

I didn't have spinach for dinner because I was too tired to make anything other than an heirloom tomato caprese salad, but I'll probably have it tomorrow. This isn't unusual because I love spinach in its many forms, probably most of all with olive oil and garlic.

Well, my mom's Monday get another skin biopsy for new possibly location of cancer beat my termites.

The weekend my family's house burned down my particularly diva aunt got trapped on the highway in an avalanche. Imagine her chagrin when the state troopers choppered her off the highway and everyone was like, "yeah, whatev..."

i am also pleased to report that tomorrow is a public holiday.

Double cheater.

Nearly died laughing at that considering the DP conversation it was in the middle of.

(Nearly wrote "nearly choked to death laughing..." but, you know... oh dear.)

I am also pleased to report that I will be attending both the women's and men's singles finals at the Australian Open this weekend. Wish me Rafa!

You're killin' me, William.

(you can't talk about "singles" in the middle of all those "doubles" when a porny pants might show up!)

I recently had to reprogram my satelite recievers and kept having to tell the nice man on the phone codes. These codes included "DP Twin" and "DP Quad". I may be scarred for life.

and having less than zero desire to see other people Getting It On. EVER.

I saw that once! At a special sort of club... it was disappointingly hysterical. Never went to the special sort of club again.

There is a reason we do this in private, people. We're funny-lookin when we "do it" for real. REALLY funny-lookin'.

Dog people: does anyone give their dog peanut butter in a Kong? And if so, how much peanut butter, and how far in do you put it? Because it seems like it will be impossible for Kato to get out.

I've put cheese in the kong. (NO THIS IS NOT A EUPHAMISM!) and in hollow bones. The nice thing about the cheese is that eventually it dries up and you can just knock it out.