bloodsong1 | Entries tagged with birthday

Weekend went well, despite my fumbling with party times. We got Zahde, RB Darkly, Little Bear and Pan. Saturday was grocery shopping, a lot of lazy and a cheese fondue dinner. Also hot cross buns, because Zahde is awesome.

Sunday was Bunny Cake, more hanging out and a chocolate fondue lunch (very late to give RBD and Bear time to get here). The chocolate bunny was ritually sacrificed. Melting jokes were made. I need to start stabbing the damned bunny before throwing it into the fondue pot. Cuteness got several presents she wanted and she declared it Best Birthday Ever!

RBD and Zahde gave me a late birthday present by cooking dinner and cleaning my kitchen. By "cleaning" I mean "They scrubbed the stove!" And cleaned all the counters. And put stuff away where they thought things went, leading to confusion today as we were hunting for snake feeding tools. This happens and items were easily relocated. I have only 8 forks to my name. W. T. F.

With the super late lunch and a super late dinner, it was a scramble to get everyone showered and in bed. Laundry had to be put off to Monday, I was too tired and very Out of Sorts. I blame it on the dream Friday night of getting Wolf back for a little while and PMS, as the bleeding started today. woo.

I do get susceptible to cranky a few days before bleeds. Also, Little Bear is EXHAUSTING. More so than Cuteness.

Overall, it was a good weekend. I generated more ash for the garden and planted rosemary, sage and basil from the grocery store. The basil has already died, but the rosemary and sage are doing well. Basil does not like me. I accept this. There MAY be some broccoli germinating. I really need to order some heirloom seeds from Bakersfield. Cucumbers. I really want cucumbers.

The good news was that the Tea Party was a rousing success. Sammisnake, Nightfall, Bu and RBD all exclaimed over the spread Zahde and I put together. I had not been informed Nightfall and RBD were actually coming until 10 am and 2 pm, respectively. Saturday. *SIGH*

As a hostess, this pissed me off. You know something will be happening at LEAST 5 days in advance! Is it really that hard to call the day before and say "Yes" or "No"?! I know RBD has serious family health situations outside of herself. I had told her Wednesday, "I'm putting you down as not coming unless I hear otherwise, please don't stress yourself making the trip, take care of you." Friday night she called Bu, already here with Zahde, and informed HIM "I'll know by 1 pm tomorrow if I'm coming or not."

*headdesk*

Nightfall's excuse is that he uses FB to keep people informed. I don't have FB. I am not on FB. I will NEVER get on FB! Is it really so hard to CALL the day before?!?

*facepalm*

So the weekend was more stressful then it should have been thanks to bad communications from the two people who are, well, the worst communicators of the group. I really shouldn't be surprised.

It didn't help that Cuteness came down with a fever Saturday afternoon and spent all day on the couch, even when His Royal Highness came. Of course I find out about the fever when RBD is more then halfway to me, so I can't call her to make her turn around. I got a call today saying HRH has also come down with a fever, how's Cuteness? Oh, she's still feverish and now she's wheezing, so yeah. Oh darn. I don't think it came from her, though, that was too quick. IDK has had a cough for about a week, no other symptoms, so whatever this is has a 5-7 day incubation period. Whoot. I'm trying not to be next.

So the tea party worked out really well. The Eostar Ritual was quick, due to RBD having to leave early. We colored hard boiled eggs with crayons and food coloring and begged for Spring. Really begged. A lot.

Today ended up being about 7 hours of Harvest Moon AP in between breathing treatments for Cuteness. Bu and Zahde left about 5 something. Everyone went to bed at normal time. I took the precaution of calling Cuteness in tonight and I'll take her to the clinic tomorrow morning.

As birthdays go, it was not one of the best. I was too out of sorts from the various stressors and suspected hormonal imbalances (damn you ovaries, even on the Depo you fuck me up) and the tea party was more for Cuteness and my guests then for me. But that's okay. I'm getting a spa day and a new car!

I feel older, and still tired, and IDK was so adamant about "doing something special" for Mommy that I'm ordering them pizza.

_I_ don't want pizza. I want a salami and cheese sandwich and about three hours with Harvest Moon.

I have such a wonderful husband, words cannot possibly express just how much I love this man.

Remember how I told him to take my suggestion to surprise me however he will?

He did.

Been planning it for a WEEK! *glee*

Friday was our usual "have coffee before work" day, as Wolf's off. We tried a different method of coffee brewing along with our French Press, Austrailian gravity press. *snicker* It's like a French Press in preparation, but dispenses from the bottom through a trigger disc. Fill it up, stir, put over a cup and let it drain out. It tasted better then the French Press on the same bean. We bought one, black, as their other colors were neon and uhgly.

For lunch, Wolf showed up at my office with a rose. *beam* I put it in water at work and we left. A stop at the local sushi bar to pick up our order, totally expected, then back home.

Home?

Yes.

Home.

To another rose clipped to the front door.

And...

Well.

Let's just say that one of the romantic cliches done with roses happened to me. For the first time. Ever.

Wolf's so AWESOME!

We finished the sushi and I took the second rose back to work. So there's two on my desk, and 18 sitting in a ginger snaps jar on the coffee table.

24 roses, sushi and to top it all off, that hazelnut and amaretto cake I mentioned earlier too.

Yep, it's in the fridge. Still uncut, as the cake my sempai bought was consumed by the crew last night.

I want cake for breakfast again.

In other news, I have strange dreams. The latest one invovled me as a psych major attending Juuban High. Yes, THAT Juuban High. And being challenged by the Student Body Secretary for the hand of the Student Body President.

o_O

Or...

Not.

I'm rather jumbled at the moment. Part of me is excited over the prospect of getting a free cake tomorrow, while at the same time bracing myself for disappointment. Because, really, what are the odds I'm going to be fussed over? I'll be 28. It's not a "milestone" age. Two years closer to thirty, two years further along in my "safe" reproductive years.

I want a baby. BADLY. Wanna break this cycle.

But back to the disappointment...

I try very hard not to get my hopes up with birthdays. Too many sad/uneventful/no fun ones. Wolf has it worse, once he hit a certain age birthdays basically ceased in his family. They'd wish each other a happy day, but with 5 kids in upstate NY, money wasn't there to give everyone a party every single year. Now he gets this weird look on his face whenever I plan something for him.

The kiddo asked me what I wanted, I told him flowers. He asked again today in King Soopers. "Mommy, can we get you some flowers?" I told him to talk to Wolf. His response "Not here." Because, well, King Soopers isn't known for good flowers.

I brought up the idea of having Wolf surprise me with something this weekend. "Is that a hint?" He asked me. "It's a suggestion. Take it as you see fit," I responded. I'm planning on sending the kiddo down to the grandparents this weekend, if they'll have them.

I'm not enjoying this feeling of stress. Really. What is there to be stressed about? It's just another day. If nothing happens ON THAT DAY, it's no big deal. Wolf and I have a Friday routine. We go out for coffee in the morning before work, then if we have the money, we go out to lunch. We certainly have the money, considering we got another check from the car refinancing to the tune of over $300. So I'm pretty sure we can afford to go out for sushi on Friday. Mmmmm. Sushi.

You know what's really weird? I honestly didn't think I'd live this long. I never pictured myself past college age as a teenager. In fact, I used to scare myself at night running through death scenarios in my head. Yes, my death. At the hands of a rapist, a random shooting, a car accident. I watched myself die violently more then once in my mind. In fact, there was a time when I was a single mom that I envisioned begging some mugger that broke in to kill my son first so he wouldn't be left alone with a dead mommy, trying to survive on his own at 18 months old.

Yes, I'm morbid at times.

So, here I am. Finally gainfully employed, with a newly healthy kiddo, a wonderful husband I want to pounce on a regular basis, much to his chagrin at times, Hee!, two fun cats and money to spare in my account. Not bad.

Have I?

Because I do.

Oodles and gobs and oh! SO MUCH!

I have birthday presents!!

3 of em!

As a matter of fact, two are from the Tshirt challenge I posted up here that NOBODY got.

I am sad about this.

( Go LOOK )

Seriously, I wanna send someone some cookies! These are GOOD cookies! See if you can find them! They are "girly" Tshirts, and NO, no Cheshire cats. Those creeped me out. Sorry, Janny.

I think I'll take myself out to lunch today.

Thoughts and possible rant about birthdays later...

In other news, did you know it was possible to summon the cops via a fax machine?

o_O

That made for an interesting after-hours discussion.

Backstory: I talked this whole birthday thing over with the coworker who approached me yesterday. Since I'm broke for the next two weeks, I asked that she skip me entirely and do something for the next person in line. She agreed to this. On the way home, I mentioned to Wolf that it would be nice to be taken out to lunch. It's been a long time.

This morning: I walk in and find a gift certificate on my desk for the cafeteria downstairs. 5 bucks will get you a meal. I blink in surprise and wonder who the heck read my mind. Then! My supervisor comes over with a blueberry bundt cake, decorated with powdered sugar and strawberries. I protest a bit, she informs me she did it on her own, and I accept with a blush. It was still a little warm from the oven!

This is all on top of the birthday card Love sent me (Thanks for the pictures! *huggles*) that I received last night. Ironically, she addressed it Queenie, not my real first name. Thankfully, she also used my last name, otherwise I'd never have gotten it! Aphie, PLEASE use my real name when mailing stuff to me! We don't want to confuse the poor postal workers any more than they already are. Plus Wolf got me roses over the weekend. I chose them over a cake because I knew he'd end up eating most of it himself. Roses I can take to work and show off. *pets the display sitting on her desk*

Oh yes, and when I returned my mother's phone call, she informs me she "might" have something for me. *snort* What kind of comment is that? I "might" have a present for you. Tease.

All in all, shaping up to be a decent day. I'm debating whether to use my free food ticket now or save it for later this week. Guess I'll check the menu and see if anything sounds better than peanut butter.

*stretch* I'm so ready for the weekend. Yes, it'll be spent packing, but it's a 4 day!