While we were at the fabric store this weekend, Eli discovered a pack of Pixie Stix on display.

(Ok, really. This is a fabric store whose most frequent customer demographic is women with small children. What f*ing braniac puts Pixie Stix at 6 year old eye level near the cash register?!)

I would say I would never shop there again but it's the only game in town for thread ergo I. Am. A. Hostage.

So a kilo of Pixie Sugar came home with us and all weekend long I have been doling it out to the sugar addicts like methadone.

It was so bad that I left the sitter with instructions that (even if they set the house afire) they were only allowed one Pixie Stick a piece during the afternoon. If they wanted more sugar, they had to obtain it naturally: cherries, grapes and mangoes.

Oh. I am ONE. MEAN. MUTHA.

I do understand the addiction. I so hearted the pure sugar high of the Pixie Stix when I was a child (and they were a lot longer then…but maybe it's just age and perspective).

[As I write this, Ani has spilled a bit of Pixie Stix sugar on the table and Eli is closing off her left nostril and snorting the spillage off the table top. While Ani is licking her finger, wiping it along the tabletop and sucking every grain of sugar off].

It's going to be a hard fall from this high...

Ok, does anyone REALLY care that Heath Ledger is dead? It's always sad when someone dies and leaves behind family and friends but good heavens!

People die across the globe hourly, no. every minute, every second from hunger, from atrocities, from war, from racial violence, from true despair. They don't make the news, no one notices. Why is an actor's death breaking news?

Check this out and wish for peace, please.

http://leendaluuwitsend.blogspot.com/2007/12/make-wish-or-two-or-three-check-this.html

It will surprise you.

http://leendaluuwitsend.blogspot.com/2007/11/carrot-porn-there-has-never-been-any.html

Halloween is over (thankfully) for another year. I try to get it all together for this holiday but after I look at everyone else's photos, I realize I just so Faux.

OOOH I'm so full of good intentions. I grew up in a family that lived for the homemade costume (if your mother bought you a costume...well, I hate to break it to you but, she really doesn't love you). HOWEVER...that was in the day of gross nylon jumpsuits and flammable masks.

Last Sunday(because if I am nothing else, I am a PROCRASTINATOR), I laid out the lame, the tulle, the satin and the lace on my dining room table and unfolded the pattern pieces for the WITCH COSTUME TO BEAT ALL WITCH COSTUMES and THE MERMAID COSTUME OF THE CENTURY. I think there were 50 pattern pieces for each costume. And......

MOMA choked.

And she gazed upon the material spread out before her and at the 100 pattern pieces...and she cried:

GIRLS! LET'S GO TO TARGET!

And so it was done. Ani was a mermaid; Eli was a princess and moma is still sane (?!)

And....instead of using the all butter, thrice sifted Magnolia Bakery cupcake recipe I......gasp....used a cake mix(!) and canned (!) frosting to make cupcakes for the kindergarten bash.

Forgive me, Martha, for I have sinned....