It’s possible…

It is possible that this last birthday has thrown me for a loop a bit more than I’d care to admit. Well, not so much MY birthday, but Sister Dub’s has just pushed me right over the edge. Some how her joining me at, shall we say, a certain age has made it really real. Because my own birthday wasn’t enough.

The fact of the matter is that at this age I am totally, really, and truly an adult.  One would think the marriage and the two beautiful children might have driven that point home, but nope.

It’s possible that at this certain age I may have had a little pre-mid-life crisis and gone blond. Ish. Blondish. It’s a word, spell check says so.

And you know what? I dig it! I’m going to stay blondish for a while. It’s just hair, right? And for now it makes me feel sparkly and happy…which is how I feel on the inside and how I want to look on the outside. I don’t know about you guys, but I swear on a stack of Seventeen Magazines that I was just 17 myself. But then my junior bridesmaid goes ahead and turns 18 this week. Eighteen. WTH? I still feel about 22…albeit smarter (let’s hope) so how do I go about making the outside match the inside without channeling Amy Poehler in Mean Girls and more like, just Amy Poehler? Because Amy Poehler kicks ass.

So yeah I feel and want to look happy, youthful, and sparkly but not…delusional. I’m not Forever 21 (although hello? I do get certain things there) but I am not Chicos yet. Ever. Whatever.

Yeah. So Blondish. It is happening people. And it’s fun.


(p.s. I’m wearing Stella and Dot necklace and earrings. I’m having an on-line trunk show and you should get some. Because they are awesome, I am rapidly becoming a Stella and Dot hoarder.)

*Cough* is the new 30. Who wants a present?

This giveaway is now closed. The winner was FB Comment #4 Rye Porritt! Rye, email me you address so we can send you the yumminess! 

So my birthday has come and gone and I feel no older. Certainly I feel no wiser. I do know this: mama can still party.

My world grew exponentially when Boss started pre-school and on the very first day we met a kick ace family. From Southern California, no less. Our boys were in the same class with a beautiful little girl and as it goes in suburbia her mom went to school with Zach. Between school during the week and soccer on Saturdays we all became fast friends.

For my birthday we got ALL soccer moms gone wild up in D.C. It was awesome. I feel like I need to send their respective husbands thank you notes for letting me steal them away and drink many, many, many, many, many drinks. And then we danced. At one point I ended up wearing a pink helmet, where that came from…who knows? But lawd did we have fun! Even if a certain friend did scream my age every ten minutes. I forgive her. We were drunk.

My lovely friend Lacie, who does not live near me but oh how I wish she did, is having a Scentsy party (am I the last person on earth to know about Scentsy? Perhaps.) and she offered you glorious followers of my silly life a pumpkin warmer and a bar of caramel pear crisp. Let’s say that again… CARAMEL PEAR CRISP.

Has anyone else ever wanted to EAT a Scentsy bar before? Just me? Because, oh my god yummy! And the pumpkin warmer is adorable, just in time for fall and Halloween. Amazing how they planned that.

Alls ya gotta do is leave me a comment telling me your favorite thing about Fall. My being born is a perfectly acceptable answer, by the way although I don’t think will be swayed.
Now, I am going to count how many of you say Pumpkin Spice Latte, because I gather there is a near frenzied mob mentality of people who can’t wait to get them! I don’t judge, I just don’t stray from my sugar free vanilla soy latte. I’m too loyal. read: addicted like Lohan.

Want an extra entry? Send out a tweet and leave me a comment with the tweet URL!

Want to win a Scentsy pumpkin warmer and the best scent of #Fall, Caramel Pear Crisp? Of Course you do! #giveaway

Have at it! I’ll announce the winner 10/1/2012!
p.s. if you want to place an order you can email her at laciebugscents @ until 9/28 and she will give you a special Minky hook-up.

this kills me

Just a little snippet from the Boss’ birthday. He asked for a Rickenbacker guitar, like John plays. For now, he will have to settle for this one…are we bad parents that when he says “It’s a Rickenbacker!” We say, “Yes! Yes it is!’ Watch his fingers….he kills me.

Sounds pretty nice!

His birthday was perfection. And once I revel in it a little bit, I’ll write. Suffice it to say The Boss’ little dreams came true. And Mommy cried a lot of happy tears.