malibu, dinosaurs and yogurt

today i really really really want to wear something floaty, drive up the coast, listen to the doors, stop somewhere yelp says is completely awesome for blackened fish tacos, preferably at the country mart in Malibu, since i've always wanted to stop there, then supervise the boys building sand castles from a reclined beach chair on Mandalay Beach

instead we are going to 'walking with dinosaurs', which i HOPED would be the 5 year old boy's equivilent of the above perfect day :) when i told Danny we are going to see the show that he has dreamt of seeing for years, pored over books and videos and youtube clips of, his reply was "but Mom, they're not even real - they're just dumb robots" :( gasp. i of course blame the boy at kindy who stole the jelly snacks for turning my baby into a cynical unappreciative orange county child :| jelly snack boy never came back by the way, and i didn't even have to take his mom down - weird :) but also: horray!! next week the classes are being rearranged and he will be one of 12 kids in kindy... which is good because it's just one packet of pre-made cookies/tray of cupcakes :)

last night i had a dream that i was walking through a canyon and i found a koala bull terrier :| the owner let me borrow it to show the family, who were all mightily unimpressed, and then i found out the dog had cost $4 million and i couldn't find the owner and the next thing, helicopters were circling over our house and i was arrested for stealing the $4 million dog before i could explain. woefully wide awake at 4:56am, i resorted to playing bookworm. of note: 'caca' is not a word (though it is in my vocabulary) but 'qua' is...

for the past two days i have been stuck in flor hell. not only can i not do the math but there are soooo many designs and i am woefully overwhelmed with ideas but hopelessly indecisive about what will look good and feel good for little kids to play on :| by the way i got a lecture from Sam this week about saying to someone i had little kids because apparently fifth grade equals big kid :| he's still little, right...? he has a stuffed black dog on his bed - so he's still a little kid to me :)

also: i am madly craving fish.... like if i don't have fish every single day i have to sniff the wet cat food to get my fix and it sends me my olfactory senses into outer space :| all i can think of when i wake up is white flaky fish... must suggest fish yogurt to activia which is my other new obsession - Jamie Lee Curtis is right, their fat free vanilla yogurt is sooo sooooooooo good!! but i haven't noticed my, ahem, digestive system being more regulated now (blush)

so i wonder - can someone (ie me) live off yogurt and fish? with the occasional handful of trader joe's ginger cat cookies and coffee thrown in? i have to ask Dr Oz who i hate but i need to know and maybe i will like him better after he has read my letter on the air! which reminds me Nate Berkus is coming soon!!! though i find his ideas wildly unchildfriendly he is totally cute and puppy-like and maybe one day he will have a baby (with George Michael, who will be rehabbed and fixed, and they will move in next door and we will be best friends and pet sit for each other... or so the dream goes) and learn that coffee tables and kids should never be uttered in the same sentence, but big leather padded ottomans that hide dinosaurs and wii guitars are a much better choice :) phew

off to walk with dogs... then dinosaurs. back later xoxoxo