Category : mi vida loca
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.
BINGBONG BINGBONG BINGBONG BINGBONG BINGBONG BINGBONG
But wait – let me paint the picture of this parent for you and his kids. First off, my darling daughter told the parents on Day 1 of soccer that his daughter was very scary looking and looked very angry. (funny and true! but I told her that wasn’t very nice!) This particular baby has a furrowed brow and dirt constantly ALL OVER her face. Hair a gnarled mess of ickyness. Every. single.time. we .see. her. Anyway, this little girl is walking all over the place and the dad (only the dad, because the mom told me at the beginning of the year that she “wanted nothing to do with soccer, this was the dads idea!”) is never watching her. I’ve seen her walk across the soccer field, mid-game.. I’ve seen her take oranges from the other teams bowl, I’ve seen her walk through the parking lot. Unattended..and parents totally unaware of her where-abouts. So I am one of those people who (i like to think anyway) is constantly aware of my surrounding. I try to watch everything around me and my brain is constantly racing of what would I do if a certain situation would arise. My brain never stops.. I make myself laugh quite often, and I’m sure I’ll be put into a mental institution before too long… once the voices start talking – it’s hard to silence the chatter. But Saturday.. while the scary baby was being a total menace, while the dad was yelling crazy things from the sideline, I went back to the parking lot, and there she was – walking side by side with me and Miss M. I turned her around and told her head on back. But, at one point again, I saw her in the parking lot and then the dad running to get her. (shocker!) So ok, now- back to the POLICE! .. come to find out.. crazy serial killer dad (thats what we labeled him!) had ANOTHER BABY with him.. where was this other baby. IN THE FREAKIN’ CAR! NAPPING! FOR OVER 50MINUTES! Someone called in the law. 2 cars. 4 cops. This was serious. By this time the baby was out of the car in her ‘loving’ dads arms..and I guess all ended fine, because the left fairly quick. But the WHOLE time he was talking to the police, I guess he figured everyone else was in charge of the scary baby. Where was she? STEPPING ALL OVER THE PIZZAS! (lids were closed, but still!) So, thats when I started imagining myself putting the beast into 4WD and just tearing up that field.. but instead I just left. Exhausted. Came home, when I really wanted to go out and see my knitting peeps and drink some draft Stella goodness, but I just couldn’t function.
Then today.. I went to get the man in my life Egg McMuffins from McDs. Thats what he wanted, ok! So, I went and ordered and came back. MY EFFING ORDER WAS EFFING WRONG. Oh , all the stuff was there.. just NOT WHAT I ORDERED! So, I started stuffing the biscuits back in the bag and throwing shit around. Stupid McDonalds.. I’m putting a curse on you. I even went back, and you know what.. the receipt was right, they said I placed the order wrong. MORONS! So, that did not start my day off good.. atleast Mr. Knitpho got his McMuffins.. that’s all that mattered. But come the hell on McD’s.. is it THAT hard? Really?
So, all in all .. a pretty fantastic weekend. Mr. Knitpho had a loverly fathers day, he & the boy attended a Worcester Tornadoes game and anything baseball.. my man loves. Now, we’re in the midst of the Celtics game and praying for a game 4 win.
I thought I would have a FO for you – but NOOOOOOOOO. I’m dumb and can’t figure out the pattern, but what’s new, right.
TTFN
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