Earlier on in the weekend, I had her over for a visit at the house where we stenciled some onesies for little Lola. They came out super cute! We made about six, I think, and these are my two favorites:
Carly made the snail one and the Gandhi one is all me. So cute. I'm loving the metallic paint! I'm hoping that this little project was enjoyable enough for her to keep making them because they would sell like hotcakes in my shop. I'm sure she could use the money, and besides, it gives you such an amazing feeling to sell something you've made. Knowing that someone out there is willing to pay money for your creation is a wonderful feeling.
So, I'm back at work today and I'm dying to get home and play with the Wii for another several hours. That thing is the shit, let me tell you. I'm not a video game person...never have been. Video games were somewhat discouraged in our house while I was growing up, and I think you need to start young because you get better as you grow up. Who knows. All I can say is I have NO talent when it comes to playing them, but with Wii I feel like I've finally met my match. I kicked ass at the bowling and golf games, and didn't get a chance to play the others because we made an incredible dinner and Ben hogged the console by playing Zelda until I turned in for the night.
Speaking of dinner...we had Mike over for the latter part of the day, and Sam (Ben's brother) is now living with us for a short while, so we decided to have a collaborative dinner-making session. How fun! I love to cook, but I love cooking with others even more. I made everyone promise last night that we'll do this more often and they all agreed. Mike and Ben concocted what looked like the best meatloaf ever. It smelled amazing and for a split second I wished I wasn't a vegetarian. I managed to bust out a huge pot of Parmesan garlic mashed potatoes (with the skins in it, thank you very much) and a gigantic pan of roasted asparagus. It seemed like an outrageous amount of food, but with three starving men around, you need it. The house smelled so wonderful and I was thankful for a cool, pre-autumn night so we could turn the oven on for our feast.
After cleaning up and saying goodnight to Mike, I locked myself in the bedroom and turned on the season finale of Big Love. I wish I could find someone who watches this show so we can talk about it. Big Love, for me is one of those shows where I either love it or hate it. I had the hardest time hanging on through the first season, and the beginning of the second season had me convinced that I wasn't going to waste any more time on it. But after a while I just can't stop watching it at all, and of course the cliffhanger that was last night's episode will have me tuning in for season three, whenever that happens. I hate how long you have to wait in-between seasons for most shows. I mean, what the hell could Tom Hanks be doing for all those months??? And hasn't it been well over a year since the last season of Project Runway aired??? Damn!
I'm done with my rant, I think, but I'll close this post with a shot of one of the most adorable little men I've ever seen. I can't get enough of him! He's living proof that miracles can, and do, happen.