The rain subsided early this morning and the sun made an appearance by late afternoon. I can count on both hands the number of times it has rained on my birthday in my life. Now I am 34. My mom still moans when she talks of my long and difficult birth. But, for me it was all worth it! What a great life--I mean really. Not in some oh, look how happy my life is bullshit blog way, but in real way. This past year has been incredibly exceptional. I have met some great people who have truly made a difference in my life and who have brought me to a new place. I am enjoying this journey through life. Here is my birthday dinner spread prepared 100% in secret by Jeff (I know the picture placement is sort of random--just trying to keep it interesting). Salad, pulled pork sandwiches, yummy chips, beans--what more could a girl ask for?!? How about an end to our remodeling projects (not a hint, Dad. Just a wish.) I am sure you can spot signs of "temporary" conditions all around.
The dinner was great. It was the only real food I ate yesterday, besides oatmeal cookies. Over the past two days, I ate two full bags of oatmeal cookies that were a gift from my grandmother. I shared two with Andrew and three with Sam. Everything else was mine. Not to go off on a tangent here, but I have gained five pounds in the past few weeks. I am on a real stretch of sweets. Thanks to Very Mom I have decided I am definitely a sugar addict, despite my otherwise healthful eating habits and keen attention to "freshness." I may be happy and lovin' life, but I am still a work in progress--no doubt.
And here was the finishing touch to my birthday feast--a Dairy Queen ice cream cake! We toasted with Champaign to my birthday, my dad and Ineke's (his wife) new house, and Ineke's citizenship (last week she became a citizen of the US--she is Dutch). I still hate Champaign.
Obviously, I am not the only one who feels so passionate about the Dairy Queen cake! Happy Birthday to me!
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Happy late birthday to YOU!!! Looks like the perfect celebration!
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