grrlTravels

obsessions that have nothing to do with anything

Today we had our very last ever, ever, ever meeting with a social worker! I'm trying hard not to seem too overly excited. [How am I doing with that?] I mean, I think if we ever meet with another social worker it would mean bad things, including but not limited to the possibility that we decided that three children wasn't really enough to send me completely around the bend so we decided to adopt again.

Kidding. I'm kidding. But I do think we are finished with social workers. This is our ...let me think... ...just give me a moment... I'm going to say our fifth SW for two adoptions. It could be sixth, but I'm going with fifth just to be safe. We had one I really, really liked a LOT (she is now in Kenya or somewhere like that. Uganda? G., we miss you!) and two that I thought were passably good and then the others. Today's was passably good, but she was also just phoning it in (in a good way for us quite honestly).

Perhaps I should have something wise or informative or helpful to say about it all, but all I really want to talk about are bento boxes. Do you know what they are? I am currently obsessed with them. Yes, this non-cooking, lunch-challenged mother-of-three whose children would not even be alive if peanut butter had never been invented is in love with these clever, gorgeous, freaky time consuming little lunches.

Check these out on Flickr.
These are very, very cute too, but have all kinds of unrecognizable Japanese food items in them, so I cannot replicate. [Not that I could replicate anyway, but I really can't.]
Also, I must have THESE. (And I'm allowed to have them, right, because they are only $1.25? And, you know, $10 to ship probably.)
Also this. Just because.

Because I am unhealthily obsessed with bento boxes right now I bought myself two at the local Asian (Korean) grocery the other day. I am on a strict buy-only-necessities budget right now, so I must make the little bento boxes into a necessity soon, or I will suffer painful pangs of guilt and buyers remorse. I must make a bento lunch for someone. And soon.

In the spirit of being bored at the end of January I invite you to share your unhealthy and totally random obsession with me in the hopes that we can commiserate in useless passion together. And then go down two entries and leave a comment so that perhaps you can win a free cookbook, courtesy of me!

GO BENTO BOXES!

(Oh, and does bloglines recognize me as a person again yet? You can tell me the truth. I won't hold it against you.)