New use for Spring Beans



My parents came back from Hawaii with beautiful Hula dolls for the ladies. Dolls made of porcelain. You know, the kind that break. Immediately. Literally 3 minutes after receiving them...

So here I am with my two part epoxy gluing arms and legs and heads back onto dolls, and no way to hold them together so the glue can dry without attaching my fingers to them as well.

Bam! Give me that Spring Bean...

Worked like a charm. Until 5 minutes later when my 2 year old chucked the doll across the room.

Hot guys love Mommy Toolbox

When it came time for the latest MTB photo shoot, the photographer asked me, "What are you thinking for models?"

"Hot guys."

She paused.

"Who doesn't like hot guys?" I said.

She pondered, then smiled.

Enjoy!

Unique Los Angeles

I don't like to complain, really I don't.
OK, sometimes I do.

Surrounded by hipsters, listening to great music, drinking iced coffee...I'm supposed to be selling MTB like hotcakes, yet I'm in the section where the AC broke, the foot traffic missed us, and our view is of the building next door. HUH?

I bought a change purse made from a soymilk box, and I'm stoked.

Just trying to make lemonade...

Video/Photo Contest!!!

Alright, everyone. It's time to address an issue apparently many have with our beloved Carabean.

How to open it.

For your viewing pleasure I have made you a short film. Once you have viewed it you may think, "I feel inspired to make my own Carabean video with a hot guy in it!" I encourage this. In fact, that is exactly what I want you to do.

Take videos and photos of your favorite hotties using Carabeans and you could win some Mommy Toolbox prizes! Email to info@mommytoolbox.com.

So check it out and get creative, I can't wait to see what you come up with.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1wq9D-OCSKg

Spitting

I'm sitting at the warehouse in Compton waiting for a large box from China filled with Carabeans and duct tape. The people here are different. Heavy lifting, hard working, rough and tumble type dudes with big trucks and boots with laces and steel toes. Sounds kinda hot when I write it down, but somehow at the time it wasn't.

These men all think I'm silly. I'm the only woman for miles, and I'm sitting in my car eating gluten free banana bread and sipping a soy latte while I wait for the man with the fork lift to bring me my box. I smile and say good morning when they stare at me, but can't decide if this is a good idea or not. Oh well.

Then I see him. Early 30's, baggy jeans, tight fade, big earrings. He's walking toward the enormous opening of the warehouse and spitting. Constantly. I counted him spitting at least 6 times in the 100 foot walk from his truck. Not big honking spits from chewing tobacco, just little spits, like he's peeing on the bushes. Letting the other truckers know who's boss. How could he possibly have so much excess saliva? Does he do that all day long? Does his girlfriend want to kill him when he does it at the movies or outside a restaurant? I couldn't stop staring. Then I scanned the other dudes to see if they did it too...and they did! Maybe that's what I was missing...The yoga pants and flip flops would be more macho if I were spitting. Noted.

Maybe next time I'll just spring for delivery...

How stupid do you think I am???

I receive an email from a potential wholesaler in another country asking for line sheets and an order form. This is very common, so I send them. A few days later he emails that he would like to place a large order and pay by credit card to ship immediately--oh, and by the way, could I use a shipper he always works with? Sure.

I email the shipper--which is a gmail address, by the way, so at this point I already know it's bad news. The shipper emails back the shipping quote of $800. Hee hee. AND he only takes Western Union, is that a problem? Nah, why should it be? Everyone knows that all above-board business exchanges happen with Western Union. Standard Practice here in the USA. So I let the "store owner" know that he'll have to pay credit card for the entire amount, and I'll then pay the shipper...here's an invoice. An invoice in which the shipping is actually more than the product ordered. No prob.

Soon after the email comes with 2 card numbers--again, TOTALLY legit. The "store owner" asks me to run each card twice for different amounts to "break it up." Sure. OH--and "please keep all credit card info private." Of course. Why wouldn't I?

This is where it gets really annoying. I call the credit cards to report that their "owner" is a weirdo, only to discover that neither card has "a department" or "protocol" to deal with someone calling to report this. I simply ask them to call the card holder and find out if they are trying to purchase a large wholesale order of children's products--because I bet they aren't. "We'll take care of it. Thanks for calling."

That's what I get for trying to be a crime fighter. I tried. I'd like to think someone would do it for me.

Funny, though. When I emailed him to apologize for his cards declining, and give him another option for payment, he never responded. Huh.

Mindless Television

Has anyone else noticed that the more complex your life gets, and the less sleep you have to cope with it, the simpler your television watching becomes?

I found myself watching "Wife Swap" the other night. Not that it's a bad show, on the contrary I found it to have a profound meaning...and yes, that is what I am talking about.

I have a friend who is in a book club, belongs to movie groups who view independent movies and discuss them afterwards over a glass of wine...I read "Real Simple" magazine at the dentist's office last week and learned how to clean my kid's humidifier. Oh, and I found out that Angelina and Brad are "so happy" with their family of 8. Good for them.

I know it won't last forever. And when it's gone I'll long for the days when all my kids want is to play crazy eights for HOURS and have me chase them around the house pretending to be a cheetah. A day will come when I can return to HBO series and Netflix.

It's good to have goals.