janetlin: (Holiday: Birthday)
Happy birthday to meeee!

[livejournal.com profile] chianagirl (I totally tried to tag your tumblr name there :p) gave me a pretty pretty of our babies ScarGold. :D



*pets them* Yes, she's pregnant. We're so excited (and so is she, unlike canon. Amazing the difference actually being married for love can make).

Morgan has a choir thing tonight so instead of our customary dinner, the family is going out for pie afterward. Ummyummyummy, as Liam would say. I'm going to wear my new polka dot dress, which still requires some futzing so I'mma get back onto that and tell y'all about it once it's done.
janetlin: (Default)
Today I went to the Motherhood store in the mall to return the ill-fitting maternity clothes that gave me so much consternation in my last entry, and am very pleased with what I brought home in exchange. The store had my Easter dress in the next size up, so that was a straight-across trade, and I got some t-shirts and a blouse for work, and a long white skirt that can dress up or down because, dudes, I am _so_ tired of wearing cords or jeans every single day.

Dad is doing really well. He's home now, Rew and I were going up there periodically throughout last week to help him out with the things he can't quite do (drive to the mailbox/grocery store, fill his bird feeders, sweep the porch, etc.). He was trundling around with a walker and then a cane but the last time I was up he was walking unaided. He said he was still carrying the cane when he walked outside, just to be safe, but inside the house he didn't need it. And this morning I got an email saying he doesn't think he needs us to come up regularly anymore. Which probably translates to once a week for mail and groceries.

Since he can't drive anyway, he loaned me his Jeep for a few days and we bought Morgan her first bike as a birthday present. (Have I mentioned this? Maybe on Facebook) I had forgotten just how exciting and cool bikes are to kids. She wants to ride it _all_ the time, and sadly since I'm not able to run alongside her, we're limited by Alan's schedule. It's also interesting to watch, because I'd also forgotten the process of learning to ride. It's really a tricky thing at first: the balance, moving your legs at an even rhythm, steering; it's a lot going on at once. Of course to one who has learned it, it's all second nature, but as I said it's interesting to watch her learn it for the first time, and try to find ways to explain to her things that are intuitive to us now.

Oh, birthday presents. I alluded to mine and then didn't follow through. In my family there's a bit of a tradition that when you turn thirty you get a cane (because you're _so_ old, right?). Alan married in after his 30th so on our honeymoon I got him a carved kauri walking stick with paua inlays. At my birthday brunch, Dad gave me mine, eliciting "Oh, yeah, I was wondering about that..." from my mom and brother (it's been a while between the youngest of the parents/aunts/uncles and me, the oldest of the cousins/grandkids. Rew's next!). It's pretty and kind of Victorian, black with a silver and pearl knob on top, but I hope not to need to use it for a good long time. Except maybe in a larp. It would be an awesome prop. ;)
janetlin: (Default)
Today I went to the Motherhood store in the mall to return the ill-fitting maternity clothes that gave me so much consternation in my last entry, and am very pleased with what I brought home in exchange. The store had my Easter dress in the next size up, so that was a straight-across trade, and I got some t-shirts and a blouse for work, and a long white skirt that can dress up or down because, dudes, I am _so_ tired of wearing cords or jeans every single day.

Dad is doing really well. He's home now, Rew and I were going up there periodically throughout last week to help him out with the things he can't quite do (drive to the mailbox/grocery store, fill his bird feeders, sweep the porch, etc.). He was trundling around with a walker and then a cane but the last time I was up he was walking unaided. He said he was still carrying the cane when he walked outside, just to be safe, but inside the house he didn't need it. And this morning I got an email saying he doesn't think he needs us to come up regularly anymore. Which probably translates to once a week for mail and groceries.

Since he can't drive anyway, he loaned me his Jeep for a few days and we bought Morgan her first bike as a birthday present. (Have I mentioned this? Maybe on Facebook) I had forgotten just how exciting and cool bikes are to kids. She wants to ride it _all_ the time, and sadly since I'm not able to run alongside her, we're limited by Alan's schedule. It's also interesting to watch, because I'd also forgotten the process of learning to ride. It's really a tricky thing at first: the balance, moving your legs at an even rhythm, steering; it's a lot going on at once. Of course to one who has learned it, it's all second nature, but as I said it's interesting to watch her learn it for the first time, and try to find ways to explain to her things that are intuitive to us now.

Oh, birthday presents. I alluded to mine and then didn't follow through. In my family there's a bit of a tradition that when you turn thirty you get a cane (because you're _so_ old, right?). Alan married in after his 30th so on our honeymoon I got him a carved kauri walking stick with paua inlays. At my birthday brunch, Dad gave me mine, eliciting "Oh, yeah, I was wondering about that..." from my mom and brother (it's been a while between the youngest of the parents/aunts/uncles and me, the oldest of the cousins/grandkids. Rew's next!). It's pretty and kind of Victorian, black with a silver and pearl knob on top, but I hope not to need to use it for a good long time. Except maybe in a larp. It would be an awesome prop. ;)
janetlin: (Holiday: Birthday)
So I had this idea, way back in December, to be clever and write a memory/story of my past every day for the thirty preceding my birthday. Then in late February I was all "maybe for the month of March" then three weeks, then one week. Obviously none of the above happened.

I'd love to say it's because I'm busy doing interesting things, but it's the lack of anything interesting that's kept me from posting much. Pregnancy continues apace (33 weeks now); I'm doing well, he's doing well, my kidney has calmed down, my belly button has yet to pop and that weird dark line hasn't shown up yet this time. My belly is itching like crazy, so he's still growing, and I just switched from cocoa butter to olive oil as the former hasn't done much to keep the stretch marks away and the latter comes recommended by a mother of _three_ with no stretch marks at all. So we'll see.

Today's been a mellow day indoors as rain hoses down outside. Proper birthdayness will happen tomorrow, with brunch with the family at our favorite Irish pub downtown. Morgan is desperate to make me a cake but I'm not sure I want those leftovers in the house. My nurse is frowny about my weight gain ("Let's try to keep it to a pound a week, okay?"); look, I'm not eating or doing anything different than I have been all along, so if suddenly I'm gaining faster, that's all the Rabbit. Groceries on our budget are not excessive, and frankly if I eat much less I'll make both of us sick. So.

Oh, Morgan got her report card yesterday, and it's FANTASTIC. Straight A's and no concerns. I am proud beyond words. The only dark spot is all the tardies, which are entirely Alan's and my fault (she doesn't drive _herself_ to school in the morning, after all). I think that's the only thing keeping her from getting Citizen of the Month more often, given the teacher's comments on report cards and progress reports throughout the year, so we need to get our sh!t together in the mornings because that isn't fair to her.

Work is going smoothly. Kind of remarkably so, actually. We've worked out the kinks of most of the problems we were having at the beginning of the season. Or at least it seems so from my perspective. There may be issues with bookkeeping/payroll/business clients that I'm unaware of, but as far as my particular desk and its tasks go, things are cooking right along.

Aand now I think I'll curl up on the couch and watch some Netflix.
janetlin: (Holiday: Birthday)
So I had this idea, way back in December, to be clever and write a memory/story of my past every day for the thirty preceding my birthday. Then in late February I was all "maybe for the month of March" then three weeks, then one week. Obviously none of the above happened.

I'd love to say it's because I'm busy doing interesting things, but it's the lack of anything interesting that's kept me from posting much. Pregnancy continues apace (33 weeks now); I'm doing well, he's doing well, my kidney has calmed down, my belly button has yet to pop and that weird dark line hasn't shown up yet this time. My belly is itching like crazy, so he's still growing, and I just switched from cocoa butter to olive oil as the former hasn't done much to keep the stretch marks away and the latter comes recommended by a mother of _three_ with no stretch marks at all. So we'll see.

Today's been a mellow day indoors as rain hoses down outside. Proper birthdayness will happen tomorrow, with brunch with the family at our favorite Irish pub downtown. Morgan is desperate to make me a cake but I'm not sure I want those leftovers in the house. My nurse is frowny about my weight gain ("Let's try to keep it to a pound a week, okay?"); look, I'm not eating or doing anything different than I have been all along, so if suddenly I'm gaining faster, that's all the Rabbit. Groceries on our budget are not excessive, and frankly if I eat much less I'll make both of us sick. So.

Oh, Morgan got her report card yesterday, and it's FANTASTIC. Straight A's and no concerns. I am proud beyond words. The only dark spot is all the tardies, which are entirely Alan's and my fault (she doesn't drive _herself_ to school in the morning, after all). I think that's the only thing keeping her from getting Citizen of the Month more often, given the teacher's comments on report cards and progress reports throughout the year, so we need to get our sh!t together in the mornings because that isn't fair to her.

Work is going smoothly. Kind of remarkably so, actually. We've worked out the kinks of most of the problems we were having at the beginning of the season. Or at least it seems so from my perspective. There may be issues with bookkeeping/payroll/business clients that I'm unaware of, but as far as my particular desk and its tasks go, things are cooking right along.

Aand now I think I'll curl up on the couch and watch some Netflix.
janetlin: (Holiday: Birthday)
I woke up today feeling pretty yick. Like, take a wastebasket with me in the car on the way to work, and possibly leave early if I didn't improve kind of yick. Fortunately, neither of the above were necessary, and the day in fact turned out to be pretty darn cool. When I checked my email at lunch, the top page of my inbox was _full_ of Facebook notifications of people leaving Happy Birthday messages on my wall, and two LJ notifications of virtual gifts (thank you, [livejournal.com profile] jinxed_wood and [livejournal.com profile] eonone!). That made me ridiculously happy.

Then my boss/aunt and coworker brought out a chocolate cake that apparently had been sitting in the kitchen and I never saw it. Funny, 'cause usually I end up going in there at least once every day. But I guess not today. Which worked out well, because the surprise was nice.

Then Mom came to get the car seat out of my car because she's taking Morgan for the weekend. I'll come back to this part.

I finish work, come home, la de da, take a shower, shave my legs, and was going to treat myself to a manicure. But as I was walking to the car, it occurs to me that since I don't have an appointment, I might have to wait, and if that goes too long I'll be in the middle of the manicure when Alan gets out of work and calls me to pick him up. So I turn around and walk back inside and play around in the patio garden instead. Now, I never thought I was the gardener type. But I frickin' love playing with my flowers. I repotted two of Morgan's plants, one of which desperately needed it because it was pretty pot-bound in its little container (I think the troop leaders didn't expect the girls to actually take enough care of their "mystery seeds" for them to actually grow). I only belatedly realized that I probably ought to put gloves on instead of doing it with my bare hands, but dirt is fun. I saved my daffodils from a snail - do snails burrow? this one seemed to be burrowing - though the agapanthus in the parking lot on the other side of my wall might not thank me for that ;).

I've distracted myself. Birthday, yes. Alan called when he got off work and I went and picked him up and we drove to Buca di Beppo for dinner. Where Mom, Rich, Morgan, Dad, and Rew are all waiting for us. O_O !! My sneaky bastard husband (which some of you may remember from a few years back) had my whole family in on this surprise for like a _week_! Even Morgan! Since when can five-year-olds keep secrets this well?

So Mom says that she was actually kind of worried when she saw me earlier in the day, that I might be suspicious that she didn't give me a card or something (didn't even occur to me). I'm usually not this clueless. I'm generally the wishful thinking type who puts two and two together and comes up with five. Dad and Rew even took that into account and conspired; they figured Dad's little Miata with his vanity plate sitting in the parking lot would give the game away, so they parked Dad's car at Rew's apartment and drove to the restaurant in Rew's car. Which I parked just _one_ car away from when we arrived. I noticed nothing. And I am told that as the waitress was walking us to what I thought was our empty table, I actually looked right at the full table in the corner (where Rew was carefully hiding/distracting Morgan) and it still didn't register until Alan pointed to them and Mom waved at me and Morgan popped out from behind Rew and said, "Surprise!" Dang.

So outside of the embarrassment at being so oblivious, it was a lovely evening. The food was nom and the company was good, and it turns out Rew's plans for tomorrow have been scrapped, so we will be able to go up to the County and introduce Dad to the BSG boardgame after all. Yay!!
janetlin: (Holiday: Birthday)
I woke up today feeling pretty yick. Like, take a wastebasket with me in the car on the way to work, and possibly leave early if I didn't improve kind of yick. Fortunately, neither of the above were necessary, and the day in fact turned out to be pretty darn cool. When I checked my email at lunch, the top page of my inbox was _full_ of Facebook notifications of people leaving Happy Birthday messages on my wall, and two LJ notifications of virtual gifts (thank you, [livejournal.com profile] jinxed_wood and [livejournal.com profile] eonone!). That made me ridiculously happy.

Then my boss/aunt and coworker brought out a chocolate cake that apparently had been sitting in the kitchen and I never saw it. Funny, 'cause usually I end up going in there at least once every day. But I guess not today. Which worked out well, because the surprise was nice.

Then Mom came to get the car seat out of my car because she's taking Morgan for the weekend. I'll come back to this part.

I finish work, come home, la de da, take a shower, shave my legs, and was going to treat myself to a manicure. But as I was walking to the car, it occurs to me that since I don't have an appointment, I might have to wait, and if that goes too long I'll be in the middle of the manicure when Alan gets out of work and calls me to pick him up. So I turn around and walk back inside and play around in the patio garden instead. Now, I never thought I was the gardener type. But I frickin' love playing with my flowers. I repotted two of Morgan's plants, one of which desperately needed it because it was pretty pot-bound in its little container (I think the troop leaders didn't expect the girls to actually take enough care of their "mystery seeds" for them to actually grow). I only belatedly realized that I probably ought to put gloves on instead of doing it with my bare hands, but dirt is fun. I saved my daffodils from a snail - do snails burrow? this one seemed to be burrowing - though the agapanthus in the parking lot on the other side of my wall might not thank me for that ;).

I've distracted myself. Birthday, yes. Alan called when he got off work and I went and picked him up and we drove to Buca di Beppo for dinner. Where Mom, Rich, Morgan, Dad, and Rew are all waiting for us. O_O !! My sneaky bastard husband (which some of you may remember from a few years back) had my whole family in on this surprise for like a _week_! Even Morgan! Since when can five-year-olds keep secrets this well?

So Mom says that she was actually kind of worried when she saw me earlier in the day, that I might be suspicious that she didn't give me a card or something (didn't even occur to me). I'm usually not this clueless. I'm generally the wishful thinking type who puts two and two together and comes up with five. Dad and Rew even took that into account and conspired; they figured Dad's little Miata with his vanity plate sitting in the parking lot would give the game away, so they parked Dad's car at Rew's apartment and drove to the restaurant in Rew's car. Which I parked just _one_ car away from when we arrived. I noticed nothing. And I am told that as the waitress was walking us to what I thought was our empty table, I actually looked right at the full table in the corner (where Rew was carefully hiding/distracting Morgan) and it still didn't register until Alan pointed to them and Mom waved at me and Morgan popped out from behind Rew and said, "Surprise!" Dang.

So outside of the embarrassment at being so oblivious, it was a lovely evening. The food was nom and the company was good, and it turns out Rew's plans for tomorrow have been scrapped, so we will be able to go up to the County and introduce Dad to the BSG boardgame after all. Yay!!
janetlin: (Holiday: Birthday)
So the birthday was actually pretty cool. [livejournal.com profile] whedongeek1 obligingly canceled class but I spent most of my day immersed in fantasy anyway (leveling my newest WoW character to 20). Then Alan and I got all gussied up and went out to dinner. He thought he hadn't been to Chevy's but as soon as we stepped through the door he remembered it. Good food and passable guacamole followed. Whenever I order fajitas, I can never decide between chicken and carnitas, so I end up going with the mix-n-match thing and getting both, and I _always_ like the chicken better. Must remember for next time.

Also I cannot drink Long Island iced teas in the same quantities as I drink martinis. Sad.

Morgan has been talking about us all making birthday cakes for each other for a few weeks now, so when we go up to Dad's this weekend to introduce her to the snow and teach Alan how to ski, we're taking cake mix along so she and Daddy can make me a cake. When I made lemon cupcakes for Jordan's birthday last month I had this yen to throw in some flavored extract too. I do this all the time with brownies: orange and rum are particularly good. And with lemon it would be, like, cherry lemonade. Well, we don't have cherry extract but we do have raspberry. And raspberry's tart so it ought to go pretty well with lemon, right? I didn't want to experiment on someone else's food but now that it's mine I think we'll give it a shot.
janetlin: (Holiday: Birthday)
So the birthday was actually pretty cool. [livejournal.com profile] whedongeek1 obligingly canceled class but I spent most of my day immersed in fantasy anyway (leveling my newest WoW character to 20). Then Alan and I got all gussied up and went out to dinner. He thought he hadn't been to Chevy's but as soon as we stepped through the door he remembered it. Good food and passable guacamole followed. Whenever I order fajitas, I can never decide between chicken and carnitas, so I end up going with the mix-n-match thing and getting both, and I _always_ like the chicken better. Must remember for next time.

Also I cannot drink Long Island iced teas in the same quantities as I drink martinis. Sad.

Morgan has been talking about us all making birthday cakes for each other for a few weeks now, so when we go up to Dad's this weekend to introduce her to the snow and teach Alan how to ski, we're taking cake mix along so she and Daddy can make me a cake. When I made lemon cupcakes for Jordan's birthday last month I had this yen to throw in some flavored extract too. I do this all the time with brownies: orange and rum are particularly good. And with lemon it would be, like, cherry lemonade. Well, we don't have cherry extract but we do have raspberry. And raspberry's tart so it ought to go pretty well with lemon, right? I didn't want to experiment on someone else's food but now that it's mine I think we'll give it a shot.
janetlin: (Holiday: Birthday)
Yesterday was nice. Thank y'all who sent birthday wishes. Dad took Morgan and me and Rew out to dinner at Outback. One of these days, really, I'm going to order something there other than the Victoria's filet. Really I am.

Dad's card said, "My dog ate your birthday present. But if you really want it you can have it back in a day or two!" and his gift was something kind of solid, wrapped in a paper towel, inside a plastic bag. o_O Once I was brave enough to open it, it turned out to be a bit of coaxial cable. Yay Sci-Fi channel! Oh, er, I mean, Sesame Street for Morgan. Yeah... *shifty look*

And Rew's gift to me was suspiciously DVD-shaped, and wrapped in what I at first assumed was shiny-ish silver wrapping paper. But no, that's way too normal for this family. It was wrapped in duct tape! I swear we get crazier about gift presentation every single year. After much loud ripping noise (there were like three layers of this tape), I found it was Stargate: The Ark of Truth. Yay!

So, good food, good company, cool presents. Life's all right.
janetlin: (Holiday: Birthday)
Yesterday was nice. Thank y'all who sent birthday wishes. Dad took Morgan and me and Rew out to dinner at Outback. One of these days, really, I'm going to order something there other than the Victoria's filet. Really I am.

Dad's card said, "My dog ate your birthday present. But if you really want it you can have it back in a day or two!" and his gift was something kind of solid, wrapped in a paper towel, inside a plastic bag. o_O Once I was brave enough to open it, it turned out to be a bit of coaxial cable. Yay Sci-Fi channel! Oh, er, I mean, Sesame Street for Morgan. Yeah... *shifty look*

And Rew's gift to me was suspiciously DVD-shaped, and wrapped in what I at first assumed was shiny-ish silver wrapping paper. But no, that's way too normal for this family. It was wrapped in duct tape! I swear we get crazier about gift presentation every single year. After much loud ripping noise (there were like three layers of this tape), I found it was Stargate: The Ark of Truth. Yay!

So, good food, good company, cool presents. Life's all right.

Redeemed

Mar. 27th, 2007 10:30 am
janetlin: (Prince)
Shortly after writing my last entry, I got dressed and put my makeup on, since it would be pretty close between when I got home with Morgan and when Dad would be coming to take us to dinner. The extra effort to look nice was because I wasn't sure where we were going, and I'd rather be overdressed than under. So I get Morgan, come home, and sort of tiddle around the house until I hear a knock on the door that doesn't sound like the way dad knocks. I figure it's probably one of the neighbors or a very late mailman delivering the package Alan said he was sending for my birthday. So I open up the door, and it's ALAN!! Standing on my doorstep! With this big cheeky grin on his face, mirrored by my dad, standing right behind him.

The sneaky bastard had been planning on coming in "early" ever since he booked his tickets LAST SEPTEMBER. And he had my whole family in on it. Dad picked him up from the airport and brought him up here (apparently taking the day off work to do so), and said the look on my face when I opened the door was totally worth it. I was utterly gobsmacked. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry or hit him or snog him senseless. Alan, that is, not my dad. Ew.

So, yeah, what I was saying about my fertile imagination? I'd actually dared to think for a little bit that he would surprise me and show up on my birthday instead of Thursday. And you know how people can read things into subtext that aren't necessarily there? I was plugging so many things into my little fantasy equation. I made _everything_ fit into this heartbreaking (becase it would totally never happen) what-if scenario. It started when Dad told me "it's a surprise" where we were going, when I saw him on Saturday. And yesterday morning Mom sent me an email wishing me a happy birthday, and hoping "it's the best one ever" (which I thought was a very odd sentiment. 26. Woo-hoo). Alan didn't call me from work on Sunday night, nor any time during the day on Monday, though he knew I would be home all day. And the present not arriving I actually thought because he might be bringing it himself. Yeah, right, Sierra, get a grip. And when he called me at 6:30 just to say hi and wish me happy birthday and said he couldn't talk long, the timing was right for that to have been his short break at work, so I thought that was hard proof I'd been completely deluding myself.

BUT OMFG IT WAS ALL TRUE!!!!!!!! Alan had called me from my dad's cell phone, from the timing probably like right as they were parking in front of my apartment building. Now I'm glad that I bothered to dress nice and do my face.

Dad took Morgan and called up Rew (who laughed when I grumbled at him over the phone, "You were in on this?!" and said only, "Happy Birthday, Siece,") and they had dinner at Outback, and Alan and I went to Buca di Beppo, which was very good food but a damn lot of it. And then we came home and I wished so much that I hadn't sat on my ass all day and at least done a _little_ cleaning. My room was atrocious and I could have just died of embarrassment. I know, I should keep thing clean just on general principles, and now that I know Alan is, in fact, likely to just show up randomly, maybe I will.

Redeemed

Mar. 27th, 2007 10:30 am
janetlin: (Prince)
Shortly after writing my last entry, I got dressed and put my makeup on, since it would be pretty close between when I got home with Morgan and when Dad would be coming to take us to dinner. The extra effort to look nice was because I wasn't sure where we were going, and I'd rather be overdressed than under. So I get Morgan, come home, and sort of tiddle around the house until I hear a knock on the door that doesn't sound like the way dad knocks. I figure it's probably one of the neighbors or a very late mailman delivering the package Alan said he was sending for my birthday. So I open up the door, and it's ALAN!! Standing on my doorstep! With this big cheeky grin on his face, mirrored by my dad, standing right behind him.

The sneaky bastard had been planning on coming in "early" ever since he booked his tickets LAST SEPTEMBER. And he had my whole family in on it. Dad picked him up from the airport and brought him up here (apparently taking the day off work to do so), and said the look on my face when I opened the door was totally worth it. I was utterly gobsmacked. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry or hit him or snog him senseless. Alan, that is, not my dad. Ew.

So, yeah, what I was saying about my fertile imagination? I'd actually dared to think for a little bit that he would surprise me and show up on my birthday instead of Thursday. And you know how people can read things into subtext that aren't necessarily there? I was plugging so many things into my little fantasy equation. I made _everything_ fit into this heartbreaking (becase it would totally never happen) what-if scenario. It started when Dad told me "it's a surprise" where we were going, when I saw him on Saturday. And yesterday morning Mom sent me an email wishing me a happy birthday, and hoping "it's the best one ever" (which I thought was a very odd sentiment. 26. Woo-hoo). Alan didn't call me from work on Sunday night, nor any time during the day on Monday, though he knew I would be home all day. And the present not arriving I actually thought because he might be bringing it himself. Yeah, right, Sierra, get a grip. And when he called me at 6:30 just to say hi and wish me happy birthday and said he couldn't talk long, the timing was right for that to have been his short break at work, so I thought that was hard proof I'd been completely deluding myself.

BUT OMFG IT WAS ALL TRUE!!!!!!!! Alan had called me from my dad's cell phone, from the timing probably like right as they were parking in front of my apartment building. Now I'm glad that I bothered to dress nice and do my face.

Dad took Morgan and called up Rew (who laughed when I grumbled at him over the phone, "You were in on this?!" and said only, "Happy Birthday, Siece,") and they had dinner at Outback, and Alan and I went to Buca di Beppo, which was very good food but a damn lot of it. And then we came home and I wished so much that I hadn't sat on my ass all day and at least done a _little_ cleaning. My room was atrocious and I could have just died of embarrassment. I know, I should keep thing clean just on general principles, and now that I know Alan is, in fact, likely to just show up randomly, maybe I will.

Golden?

Mar. 26th, 2007 04:28 pm
janetlin: (Torn up roses)
I only just learned about this notion of a golden birthday. Because apparently today is mine. Wish I'd known ahead of time; maybe I would have tried to plan something special for this "once in a lifetime" day (though I can't imagine what I would do). Thus far it's just been schmoozing around the house doing nothing. I decided not to clean or run my errands and give myself a day off. And then dinner with Dad this evening. He's picking me and Morgan up and "it's a surprise" where we're going.

For those who aren't aware, "it's a surprise" are quite possibly the worst words one can say to me. A fertile imagination is a lovely thing while writing stories. While trying not to think of what could be on the other end of a "surprise" and thus not get one's hopes up, not so much. It's getting easier to squash it, though.

Maybe that's why I haven't been able to write in three years.

Maybe this is all because it's raining outside (I know, birthday in the springtime. But I'm always disappointed when it rains on my birthday). Maybe it's because I just finished watching an episode of Battlestar Galactica.

I should have asked Alan to fly in a week earlier.

Golden?

Mar. 26th, 2007 04:28 pm
janetlin: (Torn up roses)
I only just learned about this notion of a golden birthday. Because apparently today is mine. Wish I'd known ahead of time; maybe I would have tried to plan something special for this "once in a lifetime" day (though I can't imagine what I would do). Thus far it's just been schmoozing around the house doing nothing. I decided not to clean or run my errands and give myself a day off. And then dinner with Dad this evening. He's picking me and Morgan up and "it's a surprise" where we're going.

For those who aren't aware, "it's a surprise" are quite possibly the worst words one can say to me. A fertile imagination is a lovely thing while writing stories. While trying not to think of what could be on the other end of a "surprise" and thus not get one's hopes up, not so much. It's getting easier to squash it, though.

Maybe that's why I haven't been able to write in three years.

Maybe this is all because it's raining outside (I know, birthday in the springtime. But I'm always disappointed when it rains on my birthday). Maybe it's because I just finished watching an episode of Battlestar Galactica.

I should have asked Alan to fly in a week earlier.
janetlin: (Body)
'Cause if you can't do it on your birthday, when can you?

Yep, am twenty-five now; a frightening quarter of a century old. At least it makes my dad and uncle feel old, too, so they can't razz me too much about it.

Inspired by the fact that I was able to wear my black "birthday skirt" on Friday (which was bought _years_ pre-pregnancy), and it was not unduly tight in the waist, I decided to be brave and try to wear a top to dinner at Grandma's tonight that was also from two or three years Before Morgan. And it fit _perfectly_. No funny binding or puckering or pulling of seams, no need to "persuade" the zipper, no "it's on but OMG I can't breathe now." So lovely.

~~

I bought some body lotion the other day that has a very mild self-tanner, because I'm going down to Mexico to see mom in the middle of April and right now I am _pasty_. Now, my skin is not generally very dry, so I don't usually need body lotion or moisturizer or anything, so this was more about just building up a color base than anything else. But as I was dressing this morning I noticed how _very_ much smoother my skin is, and now I totally get why people use this stuff! Yes, I'm a late bloomer as far as girly stuff like this goes.

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And I have once again "resolved" to stop biting my fingernails. Today was day #4, so we'll see how it goes this time.
janetlin: (Body)
'Cause if you can't do it on your birthday, when can you?

Yep, am twenty-five now; a frightening quarter of a century old. At least it makes my dad and uncle feel old, too, so they can't razz me too much about it.

Inspired by the fact that I was able to wear my black "birthday skirt" on Friday (which was bought _years_ pre-pregnancy), and it was not unduly tight in the waist, I decided to be brave and try to wear a top to dinner at Grandma's tonight that was also from two or three years Before Morgan. And it fit _perfectly_. No funny binding or puckering or pulling of seams, no need to "persuade" the zipper, no "it's on but OMG I can't breathe now." So lovely.

~~

I bought some body lotion the other day that has a very mild self-tanner, because I'm going down to Mexico to see mom in the middle of April and right now I am _pasty_. Now, my skin is not generally very dry, so I don't usually need body lotion or moisturizer or anything, so this was more about just building up a color base than anything else. But as I was dressing this morning I noticed how _very_ much smoother my skin is, and now I totally get why people use this stuff! Yes, I'm a late bloomer as far as girly stuff like this goes.

~~

And I have once again "resolved" to stop biting my fingernails. Today was day #4, so we'll see how it goes this time.

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