"Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the world in letters too large for some of us to see."
- C.S. Lewis
I am so happy that I get to spend this special day with you. I hope you get everything you want because you deserve it! Looking forward to opening presents with you later tonight, and having dinner and drinks! You are my best friend and the love of my life. I look forward to celebrating many, many more birthdays with you. I love you!!!
P.S. You are looking darn good for "Dirty Thirty!"
I've been in a writing slump lately, but I'm still around snooping out your blogs. I finally got off my butt (or on my butt, actually, since I sit down to type) and finished posting about my travels in Arkansas. Just in time for my travels in Oregon at the end of this month with my mom!
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My husband is turning 30 - THIRTY - on Monday. So glad I am still 24, he likes to call me his young wife. Thirty is a pretty big birthday, and I hope I am able to make it fun! He's got lots of presents, and we are going out to lunch tomorrow with his family, dinner with friends that night, and then hopefully my family on Sunday. If nothing else, he will be well fed.
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I was about to write about how much I love having my cup of coffee when it's nice and cold outside, but then I took a sip of it...and my mind said "Soap?" because that was kind of the flavor I got. Hmmm. Pretty sure I used Gingerbread.
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I tried to go jogging about 2 weeks ago. By tried, I mean I did actually go with my husband and I did jog between bouts of walking. And I've pretty much been in bed ever since then. Apparently UC and jogging do not mix. Lesson (painfully) learned.
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I only take photos at the Zoo. It's better than no photos, right?
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I am officially planning the Bachelorette Party for my friend Jennifer - we are headed to Las Vegas June 1-3. World, you have been warned.
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It's rained here the last 2 days - this morning we were woken up by lightning flashes and the sounds of thunder shaking our bedroom window. It is currently blowing like a tempest outside, and is 46 degrees. Did I mention this apartment has no insulation? I think I need another pair of socks.
Mimi and Papa's house, built out of the sandstone local to the area.
The storm cellar. Mimi says of it, "I'd rather die in my house, thank you very much."
Papa's room. It's a serious man cave.
Arkansas Bonfire. That would be a 30ft tree on fire that we roasted weenies (hot dogs for you non Southern folk) on. And no one calls the fire department when you do this.
Cows obstructing traffic. Never seen this in Southern California.
Went to investigate the history of my Cherokee ancestors!
Apparently the population is now 1,600. It's big time!
Shelli's horse is named Turtle.
Hannah (second cousin), me, Christian, Raigan (Tra's wife), Tra (second cousin), Logan (second cousin), and Brittany (Logan's fiancee).
And now, I present to you, a very large cannon. It's very loud so check your speakers. At the end though, if you turn it up, you can hear the men talking concernedly that it did not fire correctly. That was when I went into the building, thank-you-very-much.
Disclaimer: This is a crazy cat lady post. You have been warned.
On March 23 our cats turned 6 years old. Well, somewhere around March 23. You see, our cats were adopted, but not at a shelter. On March 27, 2006 (a little over a week after Brian asked me to be his girlfriend) a friend from college found out her boyfriend's step-dad had found two kittens at his construction site -- in a dumpster, believe it or not -- and he asked her if she knew anyone who had room for two cats?
I texted Brian half-jokingly if he wanted to adopt two cats, expecting him to say no (and knowing his mother would...he was still living at home then)...but his answer was an astounding yes. I went after school that day to meet the kitties for the first time. They were less than a week old, as they couldn't walk around yet, nor were their eyes open. The vet had guessed they were somewhere between 3 and 6 days old. Somehow, we ended up using March 23 as their birthday.
Cinder and Ella (as we ultimately decided on...yes we are Disney fans) were cared for by my friend's boyfriend's mom who worked at home. They had to be fed every 3 hours, and there were two of them! Sometimes I still can't believe that she worked so hard and loved them so much, and was willing to give them up to us. After my college classes, or after work, and almost every weekend, I went to the house and helped bottle feed and play with them. Brian came occasionally as well. Needless to say, I consider myself their Mommy, and feel so grateful to have them in my life!
Happy Belated Birthday to my two special furbabies! We love you!
