Apologies and Happy Birthday

It was pointed out to me that I forgot to mention a knitty gathering of 7 on 7/7/07. A group of us trooped on over to Karen's house for some porch knitting. We all brought some form of knitting and sat out on her porch and drank wine, ate chocolate covered strawberries and had a great time. Karen was a great hostess and Master Toby was very kind in allowing us to occupy his space. I think we are all a bad influence on each other though. Since we've met, I know some of our group have just gone hog wild with their yarn stashes. There are a couple of yarn shops going out of business and these ladies have been going to them quite frequently (some so often that the owner knows their name....ahem, Karen...). At least they are doing the smart thing and buying enough yarn to go with a particular project which they've bought the pattern for. I am much more of an impulsive buyer. I'll see some nice yarn, buy two and then have absolutely no idea of what I am going to make with it. I guess it's the Aries in me. I sometimes like to just go and see what happens. Anyway, we need to go back to The Porch for another visit soon. When we do, I'll remember my camera and post photos of our get together.

And now for Peter. Our Peter turned 15 yesterday. Gosh, I can't believe that he's freekin 15! I remember when he was a curly haired, 2ft tall midget walking around proposing to me. He doesn't do that anymore, but he does hug me once in a while. He is now taller than me (well, being that I'm a Hobbit, most people are) and he's sooo smart, and sweet and just an all around great kid. I am very proud of him. He's had to overcome a lot of things these last couple of years and he's really come through everything well. Left to right, is Tula, the wonder neighbor, Paige (aka Peter's mommy) and her boobs and of course the birthday boy, Peter. The cake was deelish!
Happy birthday Peter. I love you!!

Catch up

Okay, first thing first:

Trip out East. Here's Paigie driving...oooooo! Next time we drive out there I will take a photo of the signs pointing out where the wineries are. Take note, when driving east most, if not all the wineries seem to be on the LEFT hand side of the road. If you've ever driven out to eastern Long Island, you will understand how difficult making a left hand turn on a two lane road on a summer weekend day is oh so joyful an experience. Then getting out of the driveway to continue the trip east is another fun thing to do. There are usually two signs pointing out where the wineries are. They are one on top of the other. The top has an arrow pointing upwards, indicating there is a winery up ahead somewhere. The one below that usually has an arrow pointing towards the left (to the opposite side of the road) letting you know the winery in question is RIGHT THERE!!! And when I say RIGHT THERE, I mean, RIGHT THERE!! I can't tell you how many tire marks I saw on the road where people had to stop short and make a sharp left into the driveway of whichever winery they were trying to get into. Alas, we did not stop at any....this time.

Paige & Joycie in Greenport. One day I will get them to turn around. I mean, the backs of their heads are really nice, but they are really quite beautiful from the front.
And here is our happy little camper. This is in Port Jefferson. I can't remember if this was before or after she met the love of her life, Matt, the waiter. Yes, we went to eat at a nice little Greek restaurant and ordered a Pizza for the little Miss, Joyce & I had Burritos and Paige...what did you have? I can't remember. I don't think it was Greek though.
It was pointed out to me that I have many more pictures of Marin than of Peter, so, here is our boy Peter and his Moocat - Samus. (I was also told that I misspelled her name, so here is the correction.) Isn't he handsome (Peter, not the moocat)? I can't believe how tall Pete is now. He's such a great kid.

And here is Peter with the great escaping hamster, Hamtaro (I know, I know, I probably spelled his name wrong). This animal escaped his cage not once, but twice. The first time they found him in the bathroom, the second time in the living room. With 4 cats and 2 dogs it's a miracle he was found.

May I ask you...at what point do you drop the camera, stop laughing your ass off and save the child whose hair is covering her eyes so completely she can't see, from drowning? Sadly, we were laughing so hard we actually didn't get a photo of said near drowning. Thank goodness for the nice man who stopped and helped her. Paige and I were of no use.

The sky looked like this today (and yesterday): So I am finally working on the other pair of socks for my nephew.

Okay, I really think that's about it for now. OH, I want to say to my Titi Aida and cousin Rosie. I just found out that Rosie uses this blog as a way to see what I'm up to (you can see her and my mom in a photo I posted about two weeks ago for TGI Friday). And I am thrilled to death that my Titi Aida has checked out my blog. I LOVE YOU BOTH!! XOXOXOXOX