Saturday's are the hardest day for me. With no husband, it's quite likely that I will forget it's Saturday. I would have liked to sit in my apartment and veg and maybe clean. Ainsley was upset that it was too wet to go to the park. I asked around on a message board I frequent out of Yokosuka for suggestions of what to do. There's a huge mall down the way from IKEA that I've passed many times. I've been told it's really awesome, but I haven't gotten around to going yet. Well, someone mentioned there was a California Pizza Kitchen there and I was almost in the out the door and in the car. I love California Pizza Kitchen!

So we went to this mall with some friends and it was ginormous! Seriously, biggest mall I've ever been to in my life. We were there almost three hours and probably didn't see a quarter of the place. It had like 6 craft stores, tons of toy stores, crazy Japanese clothing stores, Gap (because the Japanese LOVE Gap), and many other American stores. It was so fun! i can't wait to go back on a weekday because it was packed with people...ya know, since it was Saturday.

On Friday I was being super mom. I took Ainsley to the park, we walked to the post office (never mind the fact that we received 4 packages and had to go back and get the car), and we made cookies. Ainsley did great helping with the cookies. She helped measure, poured the ingredients into the kitchen aid, and held the recipe so I could see it. As she was sitting on the counter, licking the beater I went to put the cookies into the preheated oven. AHHHHH! She, at some point, probably the day before, had placed her toy cupcakes in the oven. Amazingly enough the cupcakes survived, the tiny plastic pan did not. Note to self: check oven before turning it on.

The funny thing is Ainsley tells people, "Mommy took pictures, 'cause after she thought it was funny." True Ainsley, after I thought it was funny and even blog worthy, but during, not so much. 

Sadly the pictures are corrupted some how and I can't get to them. Bummer, right?

So, I've been tagged. But before I get into those, I've always been a rebel about tags and memes. Look I can't be a rebel in much else, just go with tag rebel. :) So...I normally ignore them, or worse, I don't tag other people! Ah! But listen...here's the thing: what compels a person to adhere to the rules of a tag? Seems like an interesting look into psychology to me.

First up is the Photo Tag. The instructions were to post the fourth photo from the fourth photo file. Tada!
Take that Tag! My fourth folder is an icon folder. That's JRM (my hottie hero!) and Parminder Nagra right before the big kiss in Bend it Like Beckham. You thought it was gonna be some random cute picture of my kid...well, that tag plan didn't work out so well. That beautiful icon was made by an lj user somewhere I forgot to credit. So sorry.

Now the second tag is actually pretty fun. You have to empty out the contents of your purse and take a picture of it. No cleaning or de-junking allowed! Just dump and then itemize your loot.




Starting at the top and going to the right we've got: checkbook, calender (that I hardly use), small video game that came from a kids meal. Second row: Okapi key chain. If you don't know what an okapi is see this post. Tissues, Nemo fruit snacks, tiny toy camera from a gumball machine. Third row: Lala Port map, California Pizza Kitchen to go menu, my hello kitty wallet (hey, when in Rome...), two pens, water bottle, hand sanitizer, small ball, WIC checks. Fourth row: letter to mail, two tubes of chap stick, Lala Port receipt, hair tie, and sunglasses.

Don't you feel like you know me better now?

Just be thankful you didn't have to see the crusty chicken nugget I recovered from the depths of the bag about a week ago. Who knows how long it'd been in there?