the awesome adventures of a starbucks and burberry addict turned mother of one.
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So....here's a little story. I'm a knitter. I've been knitting ever since I was a little girl. It is a part of me, it is part of who I am. I am proud of my knitting abilities and it is a gift I want to share with others.One day, I decided that I wanted to knit a sweater for you. Not just "a" sw
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Overheard from my daughter over the course of the past 24 hours....* * * * * *Amanda: "Mom....I REALLY disagree with that sign over there!" (Points to a sign in Kohl's LAST NIGHT that reads 'It's the Best Time to Be Shopping!')* * * * * *(Driving around Dedham last night, looking at all of the Chri
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What has gone on this past weekend for twenty-two thousand of us runner-types can only be described as the "epic failure of epic fails." Starting with an unclear registration process many many months ago and ending with a weak 'apology statement' that all but says "it wasn't our fault," I have to s
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Two thousand nine hundred and twenty two. That is the number of days that I have been a member of the 'blogosphere.' Hard to fathom, truth be told. For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, I've recounted the past eight years of my life on this little personal space of mine on the web.The da
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Keeping it light tonight...Couple of recent gems from my almost six-year-old.* * * * *me: "Are you bringing your puppy Butterscotch to bed?"Amanda: "His name isn't Butterscotch, it's Chesapeake."me: "Your puppy's name is Chesapeake?"Amanda: "Yes...Chesapeake Bay."me: "That's not a name, its a place.
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So, sitting at the bar tonight with a friend of mine and this dude comes in and sits down next to me and has verbal diarreah of the mouth. Finally, when I just can't listen to anymore of his stories I say to him "Dude, what are you, twenty?"He smiles, raises his hand and says "I love you, you're aw
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Having a "day." You know the kind of day I am talking about. One of THOSE days.A day where no matter how bright the sun shines, you just feel overwhelming sadness.A day where nothing can cheer you up, not even the entire apartment smelling of freshly baked banana bread.A day where you have a milli
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A classic example of irony:I don't cook. At all.Yet I in my apartment, hand washing twelve place settings of fine china.Twelve place settings. In my apartment. Where I live alone. And don't entertain.Because I don't cook.
My daughter has turned into a reading machine. It is awesome, considering she hasn't started Kindergarten yet. Everywhere we go, everything we do, she reads, reads and reads. Highway signs. Billboards. Storefront displays. Receipts from restaurants.She is doing such a great job with it and she
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I'm back. I think....Back in March I declared that I was retiring this blog, that I would be moving on to another private format, blah blah. Since then I have repeatedly tried other platforms and mechanisms to use, and none of them have worked for me. At all. What is that cheesy saying, "home is
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