"What does intimidate mean?"
"It means blah blah blah .... Does that make sense, Ali?"
"Yep!" Pause. "What did you say?"
~
Looking at her fortune cookie insert.
"You won a free train ride to Hawaii!"
6.22.2012
6.21.2012
It's My Party
When days seem exceptionally stressful I timeline their ineffable events because I don't believe any articulation could possibly do them justice. Today, however, was not stressful in the least. It's my birthday and I must fill in the blanks myself.
Bode woke me around six and snuggled me until coffee could wait no longer. Everyone emerged eventually seeking food. Breakfast. If you make it, they will come. The texts, calls, and emails began. I heard from friends, old and new. Family, near and far. Dad called this morning and this afternoon. Unprecedented. No worries, I am well aware "not everyone calls twice to wish you 'Happy Birthday.'" He also said something about not being a spring chicken anymore.
Yikes. I guess that's okay. Spring chickens lack for basic knowledge. I say this in hopes that I've aquired some since my spring chicken days. Probably it would be smarter to keep my mouth shut in case I haven't. Probably 29 still makes me a spring chicken.
My mom traveled two hours this morning surprising the kids and I. What can I say? She sets the bar high for moms everywhere. Lucky for me, I'm her daughter. Anyway, she brought cake. And, presents.
And, cake.
Chocolate cake.
Layered, chocolate cake.
Did I mention she brought cake? I probably won't share it.
Recently, Pizza Ranch successfully subdued my qualm regarding buffets. They kinda gross me out. But, PR is so good I decided to risk hepatitis exposure. So, Mom took us there for lunch, too. Heaven forbid I have dishes to do on my birthday.
The kids offered lots of hugs, kisses and homemade cards. The afternoon brought sunbathing and treadmill time. Hunan's supplied supper (for a fee - I know, it's my b-day c'mon). Blue Moon quenched my thirst. Goodness, I am thirsty. And, Ryan, well ... I'm sure he will get me something next year.
Maybe.
Yes, this is me with my tiny violin playing a sad, sad song.
I suppose he is a gift in himself. Maybe I'll wrap him up in a bow and let him sleep on the couch tonight :)
Anyway, today I may not qualify as a spring chicken, aquire my driver's license, pierce my belly button (stupid, 18 year old Katie), take my first legal shot of tequila, take my first illegal shot of tequila, or turn 30.Thank God.
However, I did turn 29 and it did exceed all birthdays previous. I am truly blessed. Stay-at-home momming is an occupation that manufactures stress, BUT I would gladly endure 100 "timeline" days for one, single today.
Well. Maybe 50.
Bode woke me around six and snuggled me until coffee could wait no longer. Everyone emerged eventually seeking food. Breakfast. If you make it, they will come. The texts, calls, and emails began. I heard from friends, old and new. Family, near and far. Dad called this morning and this afternoon. Unprecedented. No worries, I am well aware "not everyone calls twice to wish you 'Happy Birthday.'" He also said something about not being a spring chicken anymore.
Yikes. I guess that's okay. Spring chickens lack for basic knowledge. I say this in hopes that I've aquired some since my spring chicken days. Probably it would be smarter to keep my mouth shut in case I haven't. Probably 29 still makes me a spring chicken.
My mom traveled two hours this morning surprising the kids and I. What can I say? She sets the bar high for moms everywhere. Lucky for me, I'm her daughter. Anyway, she brought cake. And, presents.
And, cake.
Chocolate cake.
Layered, chocolate cake.
Did I mention she brought cake? I probably won't share it.
Recently, Pizza Ranch successfully subdued my qualm regarding buffets. They kinda gross me out. But, PR is so good I decided to risk hepatitis exposure. So, Mom took us there for lunch, too. Heaven forbid I have dishes to do on my birthday.
The kids offered lots of hugs, kisses and homemade cards. The afternoon brought sunbathing and treadmill time. Hunan's supplied supper (for a fee - I know, it's my b-day c'mon). Blue Moon quenched my thirst. Goodness, I am thirsty. And, Ryan, well ... I'm sure he will get me something next year.
Maybe.
Yes, this is me with my tiny violin playing a sad, sad song.
I suppose he is a gift in himself. Maybe I'll wrap him up in a bow and let him sleep on the couch tonight :)
Anyway, today I may not qualify as a spring chicken, aquire my driver's license, pierce my belly button (stupid, 18 year old Katie), take my first legal shot of tequila, take my first illegal shot of tequila, or turn 30.
However, I did turn 29 and it did exceed all birthdays previous. I am truly blessed. Stay-at-home momming is an occupation that manufactures stress, BUT I would gladly endure 100 "timeline" days for one, single today.
Well. Maybe 50.
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