Not to be left out of any trend, Pasadena now has its own cupcakery, called Dots. They may not be the best cupcakes I’ve ever tasted (they’re a little doughy and not as festive as Nanette’s creations) and it doesn’t help that the shop owner is always cranky, but nonetheless I find myself visiting this little hole in the wall to pick up a cheery little morsel of goodness every now and then.

Is there really such a thing as a bad cupcake? I don’t think so. Besides, once it hits the low point of being even marginally unsavory, I’m fairly certain you’re supposed to start calling it a muffin or a scone. So far their Pumpkin, Red Velvet, and Chocolate are my favorites.

9 comments October 29th, 2007

Help me pick out a new pair of sneakers! Slip inside my lasso of truth and tell me which of the options below you fancy most. After heading over to the online Nike store to design a custom pair I became inspired by the fabulous Wonder Woman. Rather than sulk as I notice the days growing shorter while I’m out there trying to squeeze out every last drop of cycling fun following each work day, I figured this year I might try easing the transition into the off-season by getting excited about cross training. Running being a slightly less deadly cardio exercise option in twilight, I need an outrageous pair of kicks to spur my motivation.

14 comments August 23rd, 2007

You guys… I’m going to be a mom! I’m not pregnant, just exaggerating. The real news is that I’m going to be a godmother, which is almost as awesome. Beth and Jason asked me to accept this great honor as we were cruising around Downtown Disney last weekend, and I was so happy that I nearly burst into tears right in front of Haagen Dazs.

This couple is in the process of adopting from the California Department of Social Services. I’m so impressed that they’ve chosen to adopt older kids who could otherwise face a difficult time finding a good home. They’re deciding between a ten-year-old and a pair of siblings ages two and six, but it’s ultimately up to their social worker to make the call.

As with any undertaking involving the bureaucratic nightmare factory (aka the government) there are a number of hoops they must jump through, but they’re wading through the piles of paperwork and hours of classes with speed and fervor. It’s even going faster than expected. The prospect of having a new generation around is thrilling for all of us, so we’re keeping them bolstered with tons of support.

I’m so excited for them, and about becoming a first-time godmomma!

7 comments August 1st, 2007

Feeling a little down this Valentine’s Day? Or maybe you’re so excited about discovering true love that you want to broadcast it to the world? Good news: I’m manning the keyboard as part of the “Valentine’s Day Emergency Hotline” created by my buddy Neil at Citizen of the Month.

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11 comments February 14th, 2007

When you have long hair, a good haircut can last months. Then one day you wake up and all of a sudden it just stops working. For me, that was last night, so this morning I called to make an appointment. First, they redirect me to a new location saying that my stylist was promoted. I call the new place and they tell me she has tons of openings… Should have been a clue that something was amiss since she’s usually booked two weeks out.

Twenty minutes later I’m on the freeway heading over (on my lunch break) when a call rings in from the appointment desk telling me, “Oops, she’s at the old place today!” No big deal. I continue a little further to the original salon. Then I sit there for twenty five minutes before anybody seems to notice the increasingly perturbed look on my face.

I ask, “Is she even here?” and that’s when I find out they hadn’t been able to track down my stylist. After I explain the misdirections that already occurred and review my time constraints, the receptionist summons a manager. Many apologies are made and she offers services on the house. So, I’m scared to death, but I agree to get it over with.

Big mistake! Only in Misty’s Wonderland does a complaint result in something marvelous. In my world, you walk out with crappy wet hair and a black eye. Yeah, you heard me. A black eye! She tagged me in the orbital bone with her blowdryer… That’s what I get for complaining!

18 comments January 30th, 2007