Came back from a fantastic trip to Montana and Wyoming this weekend…hopefully Ari will have all the celebrity sighting/steamy geyser details soon.
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“Do you want a Harry Potter theme?” (for my surprise birthday party)
MAD (ha ha) props to Mary for this kick ass gift:
I still can’t believe she made them herself. I am indeed a S.uper C.haracter, Mary, thanks for the reminder.
Thanks to Binda for kicking off my Harry Potter season right.
Thanks, of course, to Alceste and Dawn 2 for making sure I am never without Scrabble.
And super super thanks to my mommy who did indeed buy me the earrings I asked for even though she put up with a sullen and pouting Dawn for a good seven hours when I thought she hadn’t gotten me anything for my birthday. What? It’s my special special day, dammit.
Thanks also for the assorted comments, calls, pastries and to those who came to the bbq.
P.S. Chilly, F-train is trying to take credit for getting me the invisible plane.
they proclaimed Dawn Summers the eighth.
Happy Birthday to me.
Now Let No Charitable Hope
Now let no charitable hope
Confuse my mind with images
Of eagle and of antelope:
I am by nature none of these.
I was, being human, born alone;
I am, being woman, hard beset;
I live by squeezing from a stone
What little nourishment I get.
In masks outrageous and austere
The years go by in single file;
But none has merited my fear,
And none has quite escaped my smile.
—-Elinor Wylie (1885-1928)
You know, I declared this the worst birthday season ever on Tuesday, but thought…nah it’s only been 5 days…stop overreacting. Well, it’s officially official.
On the upside, Verizon’s getting me a new cellphone for my birthday. Or two days after my birthday to be precise.
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And Bush is still President?
Groan. I bet his cell phone works on his birthday. Oh, is that today? Well, just great. Then I wish him a happy birthday season. And while I’m at it, I’ll go ahead and wish frickin Nancy Reagan a happy birthday season, too.
Pout. Whine. That’s it. It’s my birthday season and I can whine, if I want too.
And I will. Because I do.
I tried to log on to facebook to change my mood to glum. But, the site was down because they were upgrading.
My mood, now glummer, I remembered I had a blog.
And as I logged in, and posted about Joel Siegel, a fellow cancer, dying of cancer a week before his birthday, making me yet glummer still. I kept getting notifications of new comments. At first I thought they were spam, but no!
Somewhere, 3000 miles away, Gertie is brightening my day by commenting on pretty much all my posts from the past week.
So now my mood is officially: Not as glum.
I do so love these intertubes.
