thirty-seventh year

I haven't posted in an embarrassingly long time, but I felt compelled to at least update my blog with D's annual birthday poem. I look forward to receiving it every year, and it's one of those things that truly makes my birthday a happy one.

Another day, another year,

Here we meet again my dear.
Thirty six this time around,
I hope this poem finds you safe and sound.

I have only known you for fourteen of your years,
But great memories of you come when your birthday nears.
Furniture, the jewish, weddings, and nights on the town,
How i would love to celebrate with you today at the Rose and Crown.
How i miss having you in my life everyday,
But our friendship is real even though you are so far away.

Your beauty, your wit, your overall charm,
I know these kind words from me might cause alarm.
Not to worry I am just severely sleep deprived,
I am just happy that this day both my children have survived.

Happy Birthday dear Lesley, I hope you have fun,
May your year thirty six be the BEST one!!!!!

plan b.

So, after the DCFC concert that wasn't, T and I headed home and decided to watch a movie. I picked Winter's Bone, since I'd been wanting to see it for a while and T's movie picks can't always be trusted (hee!)

It was a bit odd, and totally not a Hollywood release, but I quite liked it.

T: They totally left that open for a sequel.

Me: (Confused.) They did?

T: Yeah. You know... "Winter's Bone 2: Teardrop's Revenge".

lady geraldine.

Iphone autocorrect fail at Lady Gaga concert:

Me: It's a total Geraldine here! LOL

What I meant to say was "gong show", but now I'm intrigued. This Geraldine character must be pretty outrageous.

sunglasses at night.

Last night, after a very yummy meal at T’s house, featuring bacon-wrapped turkey scaloppini stuffed with goat’s cheese, we (me, T and his boys) commenced our regular game of Nerf Wars.

After a lot of ducking, diving, shooting and some minor Nerf ball injuries, T and I collapsed in exhaustion (that, and we had wine to finish). D, not ready to end the war so soon, wanted to keep playing…


T: We surrender!

D: I will never surrender!

T: Like Corey Hart?

D: What’s that?

a girl's best friend's best friend.

(And by "girl's best friend" I mean jewelry - I can't say "diamonds" because I don't currently own any. Therefore, a "girl's best friend's best friend" would then refer to jewelry storage. Duh.)

My jewelry storage (if you can call it that) up to this point has been pretty sad. It has mainly consisted of
a couple of woven grass containers from Ikea overflowing with a jumbled mess of necklaces and earrings.
When I moved into the house, I attempted to become a little more organized and picked up a few plastic baskets from the dollar store, which quickly turned into another jumbled mess.

I'd been looking for a functional, yet stylish way to store/display my jewelry for a while, but never found anything that totally fit the bill. I wanted One Organizer To Fit Them All (sorry for the Lord of the Rings reference, I couldn't resist!) Then, about a month ago, I came across the perfect piece on Etsy (of course!)
Designed by Bluebirdheaven, this seller repurposes antique printing drawers into jewelry diplays not unlike shadow boxes. Having had one as a child, and I guess I never grew out of them because now I'm thrilled to have a big girl one!

Behold, the solution to all of my jewelry-related woes:

If ever I had a crush on an inanimate object, this would be it. It fits just about every piece I own and there's room for more. That, and it doubles as a pretty design piece. And if any of you have seen my home, you'd most certainly agree that I could use a few more pieces up on the walls. The words "austere","minimalist" and "clinical" have often come up in conversation. My excuse is that I don't want to slap stuff up on the walls as space fillers - I want to be thoughtful and find things I really love, like this piece. So there.

I suppose I'll have to come up with a solution once my collection expands even further, but I'll worry about that another time. For now, I just want to bask in the glow of this perfect find.

35.

Despite all suggestions to the contrary (I'm talking to you, T) - I am now in my MID-thirties, or entering my thirty-sixth year, as my Grandpa would say.

I think one of the birthday traditions I look forward to most (besides eating a disgusting amount of "cheap white" birthday cake) is receiving my annual birthday poem from my dear friend, D. And yesterday, without fail,  she delivered what I think is by far her best poem yet. Without further ado...

Oh Dear, oh dear the day is here,

Time to rejoice by consuming large quantities of beer.

You have successfully made it to age thirty-five,

Well, successfully may be a stretch but at least you're alive.

I can't seem to find a nice thing to say, cause thirty-five sucks rocks,

Good thing they cancelled the census - now you don't have to check the much older age box.

Things are saggy, droopy and the word perky no longer applies,

You're fricken old sister if any one says different it's all LIES LIES LIES.

I love you, D. You made my day. xo

eta.

Make that THREE leashes Gus has destroyed.

Sigh.