How was your Halloween? Did you get lots treats… and I certainly hope you didn’t get tricked!! Another Halloween is behind us and the trek out for candy was a total success. We parked at Stephs..and hit the streets. Both of the kids held their own and Mia only got annoyed toward the end when her witch hat started to blow off and then Miles lost his mask in a pile of leaves…on the darkest street possible. But with a teenytiny flash light.. I found it! The candy bags were HEAVY and it was time to be done.. except we made one stop at Jens and there we found wine & beer and a lot of laughs .. then it was off to see the fam and invade their household til Halloween was officially over. The kids were full of candy - and became comatose on the couch with TV and Mia eventually fell asleep. I honestly cannot remember a better Halloween … bring on November! Birthdays! Elections! TURKEY!

It’s NABLOPOMO by the way … so in an effort to give it a go .. I”ll be trying to update EVERYDAY! What a concept.

My daughter. I’ve told you about her right? Well… I can feel the gray hairs trying to force their way out of my scalp. They have Mia written all over them. 3 year old girls are hard work, full of manipulation and have a certain flair for dramatics. She can turn on tears in a second flat, and I’m not talking a tear here and there.. I’m talking a waterfall full of them.

Tuesday, I pick her up from school- the teachers said she got very weepy when it was time clean up and get ready for home. The teacher tells me, we have a lot of kids crying to not come to school and leave their mom, mine? She doesn’t want to leave school and come home TO mom.

Wednesday, I pick her up from school - I can hear her SOBBBBBBBING all the way down the hall way… “I DON’TWANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNA GOOOOOOOOOOOOO HOOOOOMMMMMMMEEEEEEE” OMG? What!? She rounds the corner and the teacher says… she’s doesn’t go home. (with a snarky little smile, that I may or may not have imagined) At this point, I am embarrassed and I’m trying to calm her down, but more tears are falling and she can’t even breath she’s crying so hard. Ummm. It’s not like she comes home and I lock her in her cage and let the rats & dogs take over and she goes back to becoming a feral child and has to eat scraps of porkfat and moldy bread that I shove through the bars of her cage. I advised the teachers to please not call family services, that she does have quite the nice little home life and not look at me funny.

By the way, my mother thinks this is sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo funny.

*a tish a tosh a razzamatazz.. is a song M leanred in school yesterday, along with jazzhands.. it’s quite the little number that is NOW STUCK IN MY BRAIN!

First off, thanks for the birthday wishes for my baby boy, who’s actually not anywhere near being a baby. He had a fantastic birthday and birthday weekend. Of course, his birthday extravaganza turned into LETS HAVE A DRINKFEST, and mama woke up with quite a little headache!

In other news, I FAILED the knitting Ravelympics. I took a quite a big project, and I do believe I would have finished, however - the Olympics just happen to coincide with the most busiest 2 weeks ever. I tried to knit as much as I could, but one huge realization that hit me square between the eyes, I do not have 4 to 5 hours a day to knit. Who knew? But.. it’ll get in time for baby to come, which the dates keeps getting pushed back. We don’t want to talk about that with the mama though - it’s a sensitive subject. So here it is: Blanket as WIP:

I am in love with it, and I can’t wait to for the little bambino to make himself OR herself shown!

So, we have one more day of the this Labor Day weekend - and the weekend thus far was fantastical. Birthdays! Beers! Presents! Sparklers! GOLF! and .. then some much needed outdoor quite time for this mama.

Ahhhh. Sweet Silence.

Damn mosquitoes.

I don’t know what to say. Our baby boy turns double digits today. *10*

*because I can never just pick A photo

off off and away. fly my little chickadees. fly. of course, miles is used to this..him and his crew were off and running to catch the bus and made nothing of the morning. now, my girl. my challenge. my partner. how will she re-act? more importantly, will I be ok? well, we parked the car. she said I didn’t even have to walk her across the street, that she would be ok on her own. I asked her if it was ok to walk her to her classroom and meet her teachers, I got the ok. In we went, and away she flew. with a quick hug and she told me “i’ll be ok mommy, i’ll miss you, but I’m going to have fun” and that was that. My BFF called to see if I was ok, and I was. She asked if I had cried, and well.. no. I tried… I really did. I squeezed my eyes really hard together to try and make some form of condensation leak from them, didn’t happen. I came home, went for a run and now I’m going grocery shopping before her first day is done. Their confidence amazes me.. one proud mama here.

Ummm. You know? If you start a blog, join a community… be prepared for whats out there. Good or bad. But.. the good thing about having your own blog, is your can type whatever the hell you want…

I love my blog. I have “met” some pretty awesome people through my blog, and not only met them live and in person, but have developed some pretty great relationships otherwise. But you know.. it happens, there are just some people out there, that act like total DOOSHBAGS and you think..how do they make it in the real world. How does one function in society on a daily basis. I mean, I wouldn’t know how to function outside my home, since I am a stay at home mom, and all I do all day is walk on my treadmill, talk on my cell phone and read cosmo. I bet you didn’t know that about me, did you? Yup, I have the luxury of doing that all day long. So, when I join an onlne fitness community, to help motivate oneself for losing weight - I never expected sore losers. But, I guess there’s one in every bunch, who just has to whine that they can’t keep up with the rest of the pack.

So, I’ll just keep on, keepin’ on. I’ll post on my blog, with pics of my kids. I’ll do the research before posting a question so I don’t get beaten down for being a lazy googler. I’ll be honest with my points on my exercise, because in the end - as much of a bitch as I play on tv, I do play by the rules. I’ll do my best to talk to my BFF and Plurk, while I walk on my treadmill for hours a day, because having two kids, a house and husband and two dogs.. I have ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD to do nothing else, except accrue introplay points.

Sincerely,

Bitchycakes or pusscakes… I don’t know which one I am..but I’m one those. I hope it’s bitchy cakes.. it has a nice ring.

Think I can change my name on my license?

So long Manny, it was nice ‘knowing’ you.

Our baby girl has had this biggest crush for Manny since as long as we can remember. This minute she could talk, she named her little pink red sox bear (that’s she’s had from day 1) Manny. He would be up to bat, or they’d show him in the outfield.. and she’d just light up and call MANNNNNN-NYYYYYYYYY. But, yesterday - the inevitable happened. He was traded. Her daddy came home last night and broke the news to her. She was in shock for a split second, her lip quivered and her eyes got very sad. We immediately told her she could have a NEW favorite, what about Paps? Or Big Papi. Ok.. she said. But not fully convinced, or understanding that Manny was no longer part of the Red Sox.

So, it’s bedtime. She has Manny and Papelbon (a ballerina hippo) with her and she says.. “Mama? He’ll always be my Manny” I said.. ofcourse he will and I’m sure her daddy wishes she could realize that this will not be her first heartbreak by their beloved Red Sox. This morning, she wakes up and says .. I had a bad dream. I dream that Manny didn’t play for the Red Sox anymore. I said, no.. that’s true. He’s a Dodger now. With just and “oh” for a response and a furrowed brow. I told her it was time to move on and forget it. No guy , come to find out, especially this guy.. is not worth it. As much of a hero as we all thought he was, and a great guy .. turns out he was real jackhole (especially as of lately!) and I don’t want my kids, especially my daughter looking up to a “man” (i use that term very lightly) like this, EVER!

Thanks for the memories, and as far as Mia is concerned … she’s over you. Like the rest of us.

this morning … i told my soon to be 10 year old son .. there is no tooth fairy.

why did I let the secret out? because, I forgot to the leave the money under his pillow last night for the big hunk of molar that fell out of his mouth yesterday…and come to find out, we forgot to leave money for the tooth that fell out about a month ago.

he ran to his room this morning, and said “oh yeah! my tooth!” i thought to myself.. oh crap! THE TOOTH! he came back out and made it known that it was STILL there! with his other tooth! Mr. Knitpho has been saying for a while now for us to tell him the truth, he’s going into 5th grade for pete’s sake! This morning, I pulled him aside. I said to him. “miles, you need to know something” I was holding back tears because when I look at him, I don’t see a 5foot boy with blue eyes and deep dimples, I see a 9lb baby with blue eyes and dimples. I asked him, “do you really want to know what I am about to tell you?” He had a brave face and said “tell me”. I said to him ” about the tooth fairy…” his reply? “let me guess, you and dad leave me the money?” Sigh. I asked him if he was sad to find this out, and without missing a beat.. he said “nope, just give me my money!”

However.. I did make it clear DO NOT TELL YOUR SISTER! I get to do it all over again.

phew. this birthday girl is exhausted. I had a GREAT weekend.. GREAT! My July 4th (pre-birthday celebrations) was super duper, I always look as the 4th as the pre-birthday celebrations. The fireworks are really for me AND America!! Needless to say, there was beer involved, a lot of it. There was beer pong, there was Rock Band, there was pure sillyness, and we all had a great time. Paid for it the next day, but a good time indeed. Except, on heartbreaking detail , my sister/brother in law bought me a COACH wristlet purse for my birthday - it is GORGEOUS - between me opening it, the BBQ goings on, and us leaving - it has disappeared from their humble abode? Did someone take it and think they are being totally funny? Because if they did, plan to have your ass kicked, by moi. I’m heartbroken and depressed. This lovely, lovely gift - is M.I.A. {{tear}}

On a higher note, I was very blessed with lovely gifts from my parents and my BFF Holly… and my dear bloggiefriend Meredith.
My parents got me the Cali Namaste Bag from the Loopy Ewe..and it is SO SO purdy … and IN it, I was totally surprised to find a skein of pretty Claudia Handpainted inside

and …..

This was from my BFF Holly. It’s a great basket, stuff full of Regal (100%!) Silk yarn and a pattern and some lovely needles. YAY!

and.. I’d love to show the FANTASTIC card I got from Meredith, it is all about yarnie fun and the sign she sent was TOO cute, that says “If I’m not here, I’m at STARBUCKS!” So apropos, no? (but I have yet to take a photo of it)

*added* I forgot, Im SO dumb.. our good friends (who used to be our neighbors) had us out for OH SO DELICIOUS ribs and stuff for my birthday. Home made cake & home made ice cream and a lovely ceramic cookie jar, filled with Biscotti’s. A spectacular birthday dinner indeed!

Thanks to everyone near and far for all the fantastic birthday wishes. I love my birthday, I love what it represents. That in these (ahem 37) years of my life, I am lucky enough to have fantastical parents, an awesome husband, beautiful children, a great family, superb friends, have made even more spectacular friends through this little craft we all know and love. When my birthday rolls around, yes, I admit, I do love the attention, but I take a moment or two to look back on the year and just take it in and what I may have accomplished, even failed and what I can improve on in the year to come. This last year, was pretty damn amazing. I did things that I never thought I could, I’ve set goals, I accomplished them. That’s why I love my birthday. Here’s to 37! Bring on 38.

Thanks again you all. You rock.

Day 2 of summer vacation. Gone for a run with my kids, one in a jogger, one on a bike. I’ll let you decide who you think went with which mode of transportation.

But there is one thing, that is getting my very last nerve… yes. Already.

MY DOORBELL!

Now, Im glad that my son has friends. But listen up punks, just because he comes in to get a drink or use the facilities.. does not mean he’s in for good. Can you wait about 5 freakin’ minutes before each and every one of ring the DAMN doorbell 20times to see if he’s coming back out. Each time my dogs bark CRAZY. If not then, it’s to see if he can play, all way up until 830p at night. I swear to you… the button outside my front door got pushed about 25-30 times yesterday. Today, only about 10. 9 of those by the same kid. Can he play NOW? how about NOW? NOW? LATER? NOW? NO? WHY NOT?

Now, that is the first official sign for summer for me.

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