The big stuff.

I have a lot of rambling to do, but this post is just to catch up on some major goings on, if you will:

The horrible mom that I am, I did not even announce my sweet girl's birthday. 8 years ago last Thursday, very very excrutiatingly early in the morning, following the Angels' World Series win, My Girl Child joined our family. In a hurry. A big hurry.

We had a bbq dinner with friends that night, followed the next night by 9 squealing, giggling, pajama-clad girls. Good times.

And last night was Halloween, one of my very favorite holidays (after all the ones at which I receive presents, of course.) We trick-or-treated with great joy (and many layers - it was chilly.) And laughed at the idiotic, scantily clad, shivering teenage girls. "ooh, look how sexy I am...but brr, let me hold this jacket in such a way as to not warm myself at all, but still display my stupidly bare shoulders..." Sorry. They just looked so dumb.

My children, on the other hand, were just...bizarre.

She is obvious, he is supposed to be a NASA engineer. Apparently they run around wearing NASA visors all the time. They had an excellent time, even if everyone thought the girl was a boy and kept calling her "Buddy." I was Cyndi Lauper, but not one person guessed it. Maybe I should have been singing.