Thursday, 23 February 2012

any of the songs i wrote.. older than a year or two.

i dropped a raw brussel sprout in my wine glass earlier.

just thought you might like to know.

so...it was my birthday yesterday.

BIRTHDAY.

DAY I WAS BORN AND ALL THAT.

BIG DAY.

this marks birthday number three in england. i'm twenty-nine, boys and girls.

TWENTY-FREAKIN'-NINE.

goodness, we are old. i think this is the year where i've started saying, age is really just a number. yes, you know you're getting old when..

although, i still feel like i embody the maturity-level of a seventeen-year old. that's what this is really about.

but, whatever. let me share with you what i was up to. 'cuz i know you're just dying to know.

dinner with the girls was planned for tuesday night. i wore a red dress and heels because i wanted to and i never get to. i love dresses and whenever i buy them my heart sinks a bit because i know i've got no place to wear the darn things. but, i digress..

and here we are.





















the american baked me a cake. a tier cake. a buttercream lime icing topped with blueberries cake. we ate it at the restaurant. it was delicious and who am i kidding - i'll eat the last slice tonight. thanks, cathy!

and this is what a work of art looks like.














so, you all need to know i've got a good thing going on here around me in this little part of england i find myself in. great community. great people. great men. great women. to know and experience such warmth, such kindness, such approval, such...joy. sigh, it is as unique as it is comforting. i am so very blessed and i am so thankful and so appreciative.

yes, i just went all-rod-stewart-on-you, but it's true.

and, i decided to take the actual birthday-date off from work. this was a very good thing as the american and i planned to have gluten-free banana-chocolate-chip pancakes with canadian maple syrup for brunch at my little flat and then go for a walk on the downs.




















i am so predictable.














even in my old age.














we walked from one town to another and rested by an open fire with pints of local lager.

it was just..

perfect.














and here we have a very happy, birthday girl.














and here we have a very happy, american.




















what a bunch of goofballs.




now if you'll excuse me, i have a bedroom to re-arrange.

4 comments:

Judy Baskerville said...

That pub looks like Fitzgerald's from Ballykissangel.....but all the Canadians must say that. :) Glad you had a lovely birthday surrounded by lovely people. Just a number, sure it is. ;)

Sarah said...

happy birthday darling. wish i was there to celebrate with you. many more in your new home xx

aunt rosie said...

I am late with this comment - as I am with your birthday, but I just needed to confirm the dress attraction you have. See when you were a wee one you had a hankering for dresses. I would take you shopping for jeans - just one pair of jeans was all I asked for but you would head straight for the dresses. I was however,able to convince you to have ice cream before the burgers at McDonalds!

haylestales said...

oh, how sweet aunt rosie! yes, i know you wanted me to get a pair of jeans - but, i can't help it...i loved and still love dresses! oooh, ice cream before dinner...how rebellious ;)) aaaaaaaw.