Mighty Delicious


July 30, 2008

I get these ridiculous food cravings. I call the cravings ridiculous because I will stop at nothing to see to it that the food makes it directly into my mouth. Say, for instance, I had a hankering for some lobster and Alpha-Bits. I would redirect my entire day to revolve around obtaining said lobster and box of alphabetical cereal. I would squish myself into a entirely unflattering and rubbery wet suit, board a fishing boat, get intolerably sea sick, jump in shark infested waters, and pull up the cages where all the lobsters are, while deftly avoiding any sudden snapping from those wily sea creatures. As for the Alpha-Bits? Target. Where I will impulsively buy mascara, a sports bra, lemonade, an enticing board game by Milton Bradley, potato chips, and a fruity smelling body wash.

Three in a half years ago, I defied my intolerance of lactose and became quite acquainted with a little establishment known as Golden Spoon. Pretty soon, any time seemed like a good time to have Golden Spoon. Nasty thing about those crazy yogurt shops is, they are franchised, so each one is different. Would I go to the one that was within walking distance from my house? Heck no! What about the one that was 4 blocks away. Nope, not good enough for me. Instead, I would drive two cities away for the shop with the rainbow choco chips topping. It’s true I would. These little beasts,:


would drag me away from watching reruns of Sex and the City on TBS, doing Spanish homework, and planning my wedding.

I’d be all, “what flowers would work best as a center piece in the ladies’ bathroom, the phaleaenopsis or the peonies? Peonies remind me of my high school prom, where I had some ponies strapped firmly to my wrist, then I discovered an allergic reaction to the flower, and then my favorite song came on, and…yadi, yadi, blah, RAINBOW CHOCO CHIPS!! Must go to Golden Spoon NOW!!” And off I went.

I haven’t revisited my Golden Spoon Craving since then, but that picture of rainbow choco chips sure looks mighty delicious.


I got your back on the Golden Spoon thing – Trust me I go there enough for us both!!


by Cathy C on July 30, 2008

Love Golden Spoon!
That wonderful sign is found at Jean Paul’s Goodies in Boat Canyon shopping center in Laguna. Great sign!

by Linda Vujnov on July 30, 2008

Our family has a new fav spot, Swirlz (by Jerry’s Dogs off Antonio). My kids are loving the “serve yourself” toppings, even if their mom limits them to one scoop (and mom also serves the frozen yogurt, so that things dont get out-of-hand.)

BTW, TOTALLY noticed the new hair color as soon as I saw it…..I like it 🙂

by heart shaped hedges on July 31, 2008

I am not acquainted with the magical chips, but I just might have to drive through a few cities to get to them. Are they south or north of you (please say south)?

by dgm on July 31, 2008

I love Golden Spoon too! I hear you about the food cravings. I, too, will rearrange my whole day around so I can get whatever I’m craving. One Christmas when we were still living in Seattle I made my husband drive me to my favorite Chinese restaurant that I knew was open so I could get their Kung Pao chicken and potstickers. Just thinking about the place makes me drool. In fact, I will be back in Seattle next month. Hmmm…must stop there even though it will be completely out of the way.

by ShellyD on July 31, 2008

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This is What I did this Weekend


July 28, 2008

First we headed off to my favorite discount department store to try on a ripe smattering of shades.


These ones made me want to jog for no particular reason.


These made Pat conjure up impressions of an angry, hot cop. To which I batted my eyelashes and said, “Is there a problem officer…?”


There’s a striking semblance between my child and my grandmother in this photo. I can’t say for sure if that’s such a good thing.




These red beauties came home with me.


The ice cream truck just happened to wander into our neighborhood, and I just happened to chase him, waving my dollar emphatically. Naturally, I got a frozen pink foot with a blue gum ball for a index toe.


Then we met up with the gang and celebrated Nate with a couple pitchers of Margaritas. It was a happy birthday indeed.


The boys all sat on one side of the table, while us lady-like ladies sat on the other side, discussing our versions of pot roast and how to get gravy stains out of satin table cloths.


Woah, did any one notice that my hair changed colors? Here’s a sexy close up for you to enjoy:





After dinner we headed over to the Jack’s for some poker in their living room. Do you think it’s weird that their light looks like a giant boob? I’m just sayin…



Our best poker faces

Jenielle dominated the game. She kinda scared me a little bit.

There was lots of this…


…and some of this


…which ultimately lead to this.

Good times.


hahaha. great recap. is chris sucking on his fingers?

by Jamye on July 28, 2008

love the hair babe! I go back and forth too…

by amy on July 28, 2008

Did I really scare you when we were playing poker?

i do take it very serious.

by Jenielle Krusiewicz on July 28, 2008

um….just for the record, im not passed out. i am, however, sucking my finger. it tastes good and you would do it too if you had the freedom that i do.

by chris krusiewicz on July 28, 2008

hey, your new hair color looks awesome. and you really rock those glasses.

by Marketing Mama on July 28, 2008

my wife = hilarious (and hot… as you can tell).

chris = passed out. you’re a liar chris, and we don’t believe you.

by pat on July 28, 2008

[…] all know that the party’s over when Chris is passed out with his hand somewhere […]

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…and so it goes


July 25, 2008

My friend Jenielle (see figure A.) is a delightful creature and her hair is one of her most prominent features; it’s silky, smells good, and looks absolutely delicious when curled with hot rollers.



Unfortunately, she only wears it curled with hot rollers when something fancy is going on, because rolling your hair with hot rollers takes an exceptional amount of time and patience, and sometimes you burn your fingers, and who wants that?

So most of the time her hair is pulled back in a pony tail that weighs approximately 6.7 pounds (see figures B., C., and D).







So I hope you all understand and are not mad when I say that I had to cut it:


…9 inches of her precious tresses to be exact.

But, OH MY GAWD, how frickin cute is she?




Holy crap!! Look how skinny her face looks!!! It looks amazing!!! Great job Beckey!!

by jamye on July 25, 2008

Super duper cute!!! It looks great on you Jenielle. Love it love it love it.

by Dena on July 25, 2008

I LOVE it!! I am next!

by Kristin on July 25, 2008

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Don’t worry, I’m a professional


July 23, 2008

This is pretty much a typical day at hair school for me:


It’s filled with fawning and adoration by gay men who love to touch my hair and give me elegant up-dos with hair pieces purchased at the 99 cent store.


that is fricking awesome. I would love yr daily life! xo

by amy on July 23, 2008

um, don’t do that to my hair, but it looks cute on you… seriously it does.

by Jenielle Krusiewicz on July 23, 2008

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Blue Steel


July 23, 2008

So I do this weird thing when I look at myself in a mirror:

I pout my lips and squint my eyes a little, and sort of suck in my cheeks like I just took a honkin’ bite of a lemon…let’s just say it’s not cute.


Do I think I look more attractive when I do it? No.


Do I think I look really really ridiculous looking? Yes.



Look at your cute bangs!!! So adorable!!!

by Jamye on July 23, 2008

Love the bangs!

by Dena on July 23, 2008

You’re bangin’!

Seriously, I think Blue Steel clinched it for me… I love you and will stalk you until you get a TRO.

by Kristin on July 24, 2008

You are totally cracking me up. Yes, we must be friends forever because you are weird in a very perfect way.

(That’s a compliment, by the way.)

by Jenny, Bloggess on July 25, 2008

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You’re Either In or You’re OUT


July 22, 2008

Because I am so savvy in the ways of the world, I thought I would enlighten you, my dear readers, on what is hip and sassy. I’m considering it my public service for the day– you’re welcome.

In: Hybrid
Out: Hummer

In: Obama

Out: Hillary

In: traveling to third world countries

Out: traveling to Hawaii

In: having twins

Out: having a vaginal birth

In: Twitter

Out: carrier pigeons


In: pomegranate

Out: plantain


In: hyper-color t shirts

Out: polo shirts
In: reusable shopping bags

Out: plastic bags that destroy the environment

In: acai

Out: Red Bull


In: dogs

Out: cats

In: the iPhone
Out: the Razr


In: Kanye West

Out: R. Kelly

In: Facebook
: Myspace

In: complaining about the economy
Out: mortgage brokers

In: cupcakes

Out: cake you have to eat with a fork


ok, mostly I agree, but Hawaii will never be out!

by Jenielle Krusiewicz on July 22, 2008

yeah…i mostly agree too, but you haven’t met my 25 pound cat. truman rocks – he will never be out (well…at least until the day we have PUT him out…sad).

by allie on July 22, 2008

I will NEVER give up my Red Bull (that is when I’m not pregnant)! and hyper-color t-shirts? again? circa 1991. no, thanks, i’ll skip them this time around.

by gorillabuns on July 22, 2008

hey…you forgot one;


Out: writing in a diary

by heart shaped hedges on July 22, 2008

I’m out with Hawaii but in with cupcakes… I can live with this.

by Kristin on July 22, 2008

Yea, Hawaii can’t be out. Neither can cats. But I am glad that Hillary is out!!!

by Jamye on July 22, 2008

That’s so doggist–cats are not out! In fact, dogs should soon be on the way out, what with the way they leave poop on the ground that washes in to our precious ocean. So not environmentally friendly.

I’m with your other commenters: Hawaii generally, not out, although perhaps Maui is.

And BTW, good riddance, polo shirts!

by dgm on July 24, 2008

Love it! Except for the Red Bull. That’s still “in” in my book!

by ShellyD on July 24, 2008

I’m in the Hawaii is never out camp. And Polo shirts should never have been in.

by Tootsie Farklepants on July 24, 2008

There’s so much I didn’t know.

I have twins, so I’m cool right?

by Jen on July 31, 2008

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Do you ever wonder…


July 21, 2008

What it would be like to be really really tiny?

How long you’d live if all you ate was cheese?

If you really have to wash your clothes again if they sat overnight in the washing machine?

If those paper toilet seat covers really do anything?

How people emerge from Costco without spending over $100?

What you’d look like if you were born in another part of the world?

…I do.


for sure! 🙂

by amy on July 21, 2008

I do too 🙂

by Jenielle Krusiewicz on July 21, 2008

For the record, you do not have to re-wash your clothes when left in the washer overnite. You have about an 18 hour period of forgiveness. Not that I would know anything about this subject.

by gorillabuns on July 21, 2008

No, no, yes, yes, yes, no.

by dgm on July 22, 2008

I love your random thoughts!

by Linda Vujnov on July 23, 2008

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The Little Engine That Could May Not Be Suitable For Young Adults


July 17, 2008

Berlyn loves to read and be read to. I think it’s her favorite past time, that and grabbing her crotch after she goes poop, oh, and sticking her finger firmly in Zoey’s ear.

Among her favorites is the Little Engine That Could.



wait, did I read that right?


Maybe the first draft looked something like this:


And after Watty Piper’s editing crew had a go at it, the jack knife suddenly didn’t seem so bad.


Ha… you’re right, your post is very timely! And I didn’t even post about all of the racist stuff in the Little House books…

by manager mom on July 18, 2008

So funny!

Hey, are you at Blog Her being all blog famous?

by heart shaped hedges on July 18, 2008

I never noticed that or even gave it a thought,… HUMMM I guess times have changed a bit…

by Lorraine on July 19, 2008

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July 16, 2008

Being a mom is an entirely selfless act.

It all starts when you get pregnant: the vomit, the zits, the cellulite that will never go away, the stretch marks, the no sushi and the no beer. Why did I sign up for this again? And then there is the birth, and all the goo that erupts from your lady parts, and the constant latch of a tiny baby suckling on your breast. Motherhood is some hard-ass work and freedom is a thing of the past.

Berlyn is a year and a half old now, and I am still struggling with being selfless. I am still stuborn with my thinking. I want my alone time, I want to be able read Anna Karenina without interruptions, while resting listlessly on a towel in the sand.

Instead I have sippys to refill, shoes to find, and diapers to change. My life is not hard by any stretch, and please don’t confuse this rant with complaining. Instead I am tragically admitting my shortcomings of how totally selfish I really am; How instead of reading The Hungry Caterpillar for the 87th time, I’d rather get a pedicure, and instead of making her lunch I want to take a yoga class.

I know I have so much to learn about motherhood, I am still very much a novice. But I tip my hat to those mothers who give and give, and expect nothing in return. They are truly my heroes and if you know one, make her a chocolate souffle cake with raspberry sauce, offer to clean her bathtub, and say thank you.


I totally expect something in return for all that I give!

by gorillabuns on July 16, 2008

seriously, what is it with The Hungry Catepillar? I think i have been summoned to read that to her a hundred times.
But she is so cute with it that it is hard to resist.

I will make you chocolate soufflé and clean your tub:)

by jan on July 16, 2008

The free time does come back… especially after you show the little darlings how to slap together their own turkey sandwich!

But, I know what you mean… we haven’t had a nanny since February (for the first time in 10 years) and I admit that it’s been an adjustment… mostly good, but there have been times I wish someone else was there to pick up the slack and give me a break.

by Kristin on July 18, 2008

What do you mean “Why did I sign up for this again?” Are you pregnant?

by Jaime Warren on July 18, 2008

HA! No, I’m not pregnant. I mean it like, ‘please remind me why I thought this was a good idea’. The ‘again’ was in reference to asking the question ‘why?’ again. Not the act of having babies again.
No more babies for me right now. I have enough on my plate as is…

by beckey on July 18, 2008

Yeah, what Kristin said: the free time comes back. As Berlyn grows, you should always be thinking of new ways to give her independence, which is to say new ways for her to learn to do things for herself. (My daughter had friends (twins) who, at TEN, asked me to cut their pancakes for them. That is just wrong for so many reasons.)

Berlyn’s independence=Becky’s freedom. Eyes on the prize, sistah.

by dgm on July 21, 2008

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I have developed an allergic reaction to working out.


July 15, 2008

Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday morning I have committed myself to working out. Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday morning I shimmy my thighs into a pair of spandex pants that squeeze the excess and make it look less excessive. And Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I stomp my unpedicured feet into my cushy gym shoes, grab my baby, and head out the door–Without drinking a cup of coffee.

Then I meet up with some bright and sunshiny girls with their babies and we start intensely walking up hills. I love intensely walking up hills, no really I do, I’m totally serious. Especially when my ass starts to burn a bit. I like to envision all the bad-for-me food I ate the day before is just melting off, does that make me weird?

Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday morning, an hour after the endorphins leave me alone, after I take my cushy gym shoes off, and Berlyn settles in for a nap, I get a migraine. At first it starts off dull and pansy-assed. So I try to ignore it and drink loads of water to stave it off. But then it starts to peck at my temples, sinuses, jaw, and neck. And If I don’t take a 5 hour nap right then and there, I’m pretty much screwed for the rest of my day. I don’t think this is a fair trade. Maybe it’s my lack of caffeine in the morning, or perhaps my body is rejecting physical activity.

I’m starting to think I’m better off laying on the couch


Do you eat anything before you go? I know that I get a headache after working out if I don’t eat. I like to do light protein shakes. Also, if you didn’t drink enough water the day before that might do it too. That totally sucks though!!!

by Jamye on July 15, 2008

I have noticed anytime I go running my legs itch, I like to pretend that its activating those muscles I never use, but I kind of just think they aren’t a huge fan of working out either. Maybe you need to drink more water before you exercise, or maybe we should start a campaign that proves exercise is not so great. I would rather be out of shape then get a migraine every time. That sucks though.

by Lisa on July 15, 2008

So there is an allergy to exercise? I knew it. Not that I am allergic to it, but now I can tell people that I am when they ask me if I work out. “Oh no, I can’t work out, I’m allergic. Yes, that is right allergic.” How does that sound?

by Dena on July 15, 2008

I’m thinking dehydration and/or lack of food, especially if you are doing hills. Or maybe your hills are so steep you’re suffering from altitude sickness (in which case the answer is to hydrate).

by dgm on July 16, 2008

[…] dehydrated, but I’ve been taking Advil and drinking water ever since. Maybe I’m simply allergic to exercise? I don’t know, it might be necessary to rethink this whole losing weight […]

by A conflict of interests « Amanda’s Blog on July 17, 2008

Its the lack of caffeine and food.

by Miss Pinky on July 25, 2008

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