Friday, September 12, 2008

When Miranda's siblings go to school ....


...she is left to her own devices. Today she was a rock star. Note Mommy's glasses, her sister's very sparkly scarf, and Celie's very fashionable mules. The attitude is all her though. I'd say she fits the part very well.

When life gets tough, get a helmet....


and goof off with a few of your best friends. I was at the army surplus store shopping for an event (Our job always takes us on some pretty bizarre adventures) and realized just how lucky I am to be surrounded by such great friends. From Left to right it's: Vallary, I, Corinne and Cindi and we always seem to enjoy ourselves- even in Kevlar helmets. I've known most of these girls since jr high and highschool.


Not too shabby, eh? Send us to the sandbox.... the little one, where we can make castles- that is.

Family outings....

are always a lot of fun, especially when the girls get to go exploring. Today Daddy decided to go feed the ducks. As always, a trip to feed the ducks is never the same unless we stop at the donut shop for some Sunny delight and a few sprinkled donut holes. Jonny was busy playing with his buddys in the canyon, so it was just the girls this time.

Sunday, August 31, 2008

Am I being a brat when I say....


.... that I am tired of authors writing about the price tag of my business? I guess I should just take the advice of my lawyer when he says "All publicity is good publicity."
An article was written in the OC Register about our business. We are stoked. I am even more stoked that they talked about my first love- my kids and my second love (albeit a very close second) David. What a strange roller coaster this year has been and I am certain the ride has just begun. Fasten your seat belts. At times I don't know weather to puke or throw my hands in the air and say "whee!"
Sidenote: remind me later to blog about the bizarre occurrence that is my answering machine oracle.

Here's a pic of Vallary, Me and Corinne- the 3 caballeros- well, not exactly- I just don't know how to say "people who throw fabulous parties" in Spanish.
Fiestanistas? ... that'll do. The tres fiestaniestas and one levitating monkey.

Let me be the first to apologise....

.... for not posting in what seems like a lifetime. I'm a slacker.

No excuses.

Frog and snails and big bushy beards....


....apparently that's what Idaho boys are made of.

David and the kids (sans Miranda) were lucky enough to escape to Idaho for a while this summer. I am just a wee bit jealous of all the fishin, hikin', and off roadin. Here are a few highlights of their trip- Yes, Idaho is really THAT beautiful. (In case you missed him, David is the one really getting into "mountain man mode"):








I dream of tea parties and pixie dust.....

and then I get into my pajamas and hop into bed.





I love my job. Not many people can say they deal in the business of dancing teacups and flying elephants. I commute to work on a flying unicorn and pass the day befriending pixies and determining weather pink sprinkles are actually tastier than their white counterparts.



These images, long overdue as they may be, are from our Tea parties at the Laguna Playhouse in Laguna beach, Ca. We had a fantastic time turning their conference room into a royal princess boudoir and transforming their stage into a petite garden tea party for 12.



It was a ton of fun and a ton of work- if, in these pictures, you cant see us limping from the two flights of stairs and zero elevators to carry all 41 sandbags used to hold the pipe and drape in place or the bruised shins and scraped knuckles from the half hour we had in between celebrations to clear the entire party off the stage before the next performance- then we have done our job. If you can see the glimmer of anticipation and excitement in each little girls eyes as they live a honest to goodness real, live fairytale- then we have done our job well. I hope these pictures give you a taste of the magic and wonder that I so selfishly indulge in "at the office" on a daily basis -To say it's a blessing is the understatement of the century.