Wow. My screen is filled with birthday greetings and smiling and kissing emoticons. I am filled with warm fuzzies. Thanks guys.
The first 24 hours of my 24th year RAWKED. I didn't plan to do anything to celebrate, and I didn't really; just went out for wing night at Jungle Jim's with some friends and, yet, it was without doubt the best birthday I have ever had. Thanks to everyone who sent e-mail or phone warm fuzzies, shared breakfast with me, bought me a scotch, gave me flowers, a ride, a care package or just brightened my day with a smile. You guys are da bomb.
June 7th started with a climax. Literally. I'd just started to build towards one when Hugh's watch started beeping on the coffee table. Apparently it was set to midnight. Happy birthday to me! Besy birthday gift ever? I think so. And it was an indication of the rest of the day because yesterday was all about unintended perfect timing and happy coincidences.
I'd actually fill up way too much of this block if I listed every great thing that happened yesterday. Just so many small things; My package from Steph and John coming in right on my birthday, me only knowing that because I didn't have to be into work until two so I was able to check my mail when I went back to wake up Hugh, my being able to get it only because Laura came to pick Dave up from work in the car, and me being free to run to Shoppers with her. Having an appointment I wasn't looking forwards to spending two hours with cancel last minute, being able to use that time to catch up on the oriental dragon I'd spent Monday cursing, and, while drawing it, <i>finally</i> having the process of graphing a dragon's scales make perfect sense.
The greatness actually started the day before my birthday. I had booked off the 6th and 7th for what was supposed to be the Muay Thai provincials. They ended up being delayed (until October) but I left the time booked off (save for one appointment on Wednesday) because I was working all day Sunday and was feeling pretty burned out. I swore to myself that I'd get some drawings done on Monday then take Tuesday for myself, promising not to make a 'to do' list for the day, plan anything, or so much as poke my head in the shop. One girly haircut with head massage, coffee with a friend I haven't seen in months, a round of used cd shopping (new Atreyu for $11.00! Old OLP Clumsy cd for $2.00! and, my favorite find: Presidents of the United States of America for $2.00! Peaches! Lump!), peaceful house tidying, a few be-yars and conversation and cuddling with Hugh later I was feeling pretty relaxed. Serene, even. Hugh brought flowers (which were added to Jill's still kicking bouquet) and dvd. And kisses.
Started my birthday by going out with Lauren for Breakfast at Cora's. Raspberry and rasberry coulis waffle rules. Yum. Coffeeeeeeeeeeee. Good conversation, good company and good times were had.
On to work where I learned my appointment had cancelled so all I had all day was one consultation with a guy from my Muay Thai class. He ended up wanting an easy to draw spider web on his elbow so I was able to schedule him in a mere two weeks from now where someone cancelled that morning. Sarah dropped by to check out her Hare tattoo that was supposed to be on Sunday but which we were able to make for Friday where someone else cancelled. Now my weekend is free once more.
Met up with Matt for Muay Thai, where I learned I have no stamina but nice low kicks. Just as I was thinking about how myself and Matt need to finally start jogging, it clicked in that Matt was staying by himself in a place he couldn't afford for much longer. I asked him about his living situation, he intended to move out end of August. Matt is a super cheery, sweet as pie, hell of a guy and someone I think pretty highly of. Strangely, he had never occured to me while scanning my mental list of friends for potential roomies. Asked if he'd be interested in looking for a place and he was thrilled I'd asked him. We both wanted a place somewhere up around Bannerman and, the more we thought about it, the more mutualy beneficial things occured to us about living together. I am STOKED.
Matt asked me when my birthday was and when I sheepishly admitted it was today he insisted we head out to do something after Muay Thai. Both Hugh and Kelly (Matt's girlfriend) were free, so we all headed out to Jungle Jim's for wing night. Matt surprised me with an oreo ice-cream cake dessert, which was delicious and I was impressed to find out I actually had room for, and a Scotch which, although it was my usual Glenfiddich on the rocks, was the best tasting Scotch I have ever had. Maybe it's like the japanese say about Sake - It only takes good when you're feeling good. The better you're feeling, the better it tastes. I mean that thing was GOOD.
Home with Hugh to open my care package from Steph and John which I'd left until I had the time to enjoy it. What I thought sounded like knitted goods ended up being the packages wrapped in tissue paper and a cuddly microbe (Ulcer! Yay! He can rock out to hard music and his tentacle-y things make him look hair metal). Just earlier that day I'd been complaining about the more than ample crotch room in my kickboxing shorts and what's in my b-day box but a brand spanking new pair of girl-cut shorts! Muay Thai written across them in Thai, even! Also a 'kimonogirl "Fight like a girl" baby tee. Both fit great, guys. Thanks. And *drumroll* First season of House! And just in time - I just finished watching Dead Like Me. Though I religiously watch House now, I didn't catch much of the first season, and have yet to even find out why his leg is fucked. Tonight I learn!
Then, *This section has been left out due to explicit sexual content which has the ending line "Even better than the midnight orgasm"* Now that's some brilliant closing by return.
I fell asleep next to the warmth of Hugh's body at 4:30 in the morning. I can't remember the last time I'd felt so happy, so content. I had a horseshoe up my ass all day and not one event marred that. And I hadn't planned to do <i>anything</i>. Maybe the buddhists are on to something; Satisfaction and happiness come from first abandoning all expections.
And, again, so many little great things happened throughout the day, most enhanced by something that had gone wrong the week before. Like the dragon; I spent 5 solid hours on Monday cursing dragons and my inability to graph them. Then, yesterday, I not only complete it but finally catch on to the concepts that will allow me to draw many more easily, and, increasingly, more complexly. Is complexly a word?
. . .Happier than guns. That's what I am.
The first 24 hours of my 24th year RAWKED. I didn't plan to do anything to celebrate, and I didn't really; just went out for wing night at Jungle Jim's with some friends and, yet, it was without doubt the best birthday I have ever had. Thanks to everyone who sent e-mail or phone warm fuzzies, shared breakfast with me, bought me a scotch, gave me flowers, a ride, a care package or just brightened my day with a smile. You guys are da bomb.
June 7th started with a climax. Literally. I'd just started to build towards one when Hugh's watch started beeping on the coffee table. Apparently it was set to midnight. Happy birthday to me! Besy birthday gift ever? I think so. And it was an indication of the rest of the day because yesterday was all about unintended perfect timing and happy coincidences.
I'd actually fill up way too much of this block if I listed every great thing that happened yesterday. Just so many small things; My package from Steph and John coming in right on my birthday, me only knowing that because I didn't have to be into work until two so I was able to check my mail when I went back to wake up Hugh, my being able to get it only because Laura came to pick Dave up from work in the car, and me being free to run to Shoppers with her. Having an appointment I wasn't looking forwards to spending two hours with cancel last minute, being able to use that time to catch up on the oriental dragon I'd spent Monday cursing, and, while drawing it, <i>finally</i> having the process of graphing a dragon's scales make perfect sense.
The greatness actually started the day before my birthday. I had booked off the 6th and 7th for what was supposed to be the Muay Thai provincials. They ended up being delayed (until October) but I left the time booked off (save for one appointment on Wednesday) because I was working all day Sunday and was feeling pretty burned out. I swore to myself that I'd get some drawings done on Monday then take Tuesday for myself, promising not to make a 'to do' list for the day, plan anything, or so much as poke my head in the shop. One girly haircut with head massage, coffee with a friend I haven't seen in months, a round of used cd shopping (new Atreyu for $11.00! Old OLP Clumsy cd for $2.00! and, my favorite find: Presidents of the United States of America for $2.00! Peaches! Lump!), peaceful house tidying, a few be-yars and conversation and cuddling with Hugh later I was feeling pretty relaxed. Serene, even. Hugh brought flowers (which were added to Jill's still kicking bouquet) and dvd. And kisses.
Started my birthday by going out with Lauren for Breakfast at Cora's. Raspberry and rasberry coulis waffle rules. Yum. Coffeeeeeeeeeeee. Good conversation, good company and good times were had.
On to work where I learned my appointment had cancelled so all I had all day was one consultation with a guy from my Muay Thai class. He ended up wanting an easy to draw spider web on his elbow so I was able to schedule him in a mere two weeks from now where someone cancelled that morning. Sarah dropped by to check out her Hare tattoo that was supposed to be on Sunday but which we were able to make for Friday where someone else cancelled. Now my weekend is free once more.
Met up with Matt for Muay Thai, where I learned I have no stamina but nice low kicks. Just as I was thinking about how myself and Matt need to finally start jogging, it clicked in that Matt was staying by himself in a place he couldn't afford for much longer. I asked him about his living situation, he intended to move out end of August. Matt is a super cheery, sweet as pie, hell of a guy and someone I think pretty highly of. Strangely, he had never occured to me while scanning my mental list of friends for potential roomies. Asked if he'd be interested in looking for a place and he was thrilled I'd asked him. We both wanted a place somewhere up around Bannerman and, the more we thought about it, the more mutualy beneficial things occured to us about living together. I am STOKED.
Matt asked me when my birthday was and when I sheepishly admitted it was today he insisted we head out to do something after Muay Thai. Both Hugh and Kelly (Matt's girlfriend) were free, so we all headed out to Jungle Jim's for wing night. Matt surprised me with an oreo ice-cream cake dessert, which was delicious and I was impressed to find out I actually had room for, and a Scotch which, although it was my usual Glenfiddich on the rocks, was the best tasting Scotch I have ever had. Maybe it's like the japanese say about Sake - It only takes good when you're feeling good. The better you're feeling, the better it tastes. I mean that thing was GOOD.
Home with Hugh to open my care package from Steph and John which I'd left until I had the time to enjoy it. What I thought sounded like knitted goods ended up being the packages wrapped in tissue paper and a cuddly microbe (Ulcer! Yay! He can rock out to hard music and his tentacle-y things make him look hair metal). Just earlier that day I'd been complaining about the more than ample crotch room in my kickboxing shorts and what's in my b-day box but a brand spanking new pair of girl-cut shorts! Muay Thai written across them in Thai, even! Also a 'kimonogirl "Fight like a girl" baby tee. Both fit great, guys. Thanks. And *drumroll* First season of House! And just in time - I just finished watching Dead Like Me. Though I religiously watch House now, I didn't catch much of the first season, and have yet to even find out why his leg is fucked. Tonight I learn!
Then, *This section has been left out due to explicit sexual content which has the ending line "Even better than the midnight orgasm"* Now that's some brilliant closing by return.
I fell asleep next to the warmth of Hugh's body at 4:30 in the morning. I can't remember the last time I'd felt so happy, so content. I had a horseshoe up my ass all day and not one event marred that. And I hadn't planned to do <i>anything</i>. Maybe the buddhists are on to something; Satisfaction and happiness come from first abandoning all expections.
And, again, so many little great things happened throughout the day, most enhanced by something that had gone wrong the week before. Like the dragon; I spent 5 solid hours on Monday cursing dragons and my inability to graph them. Then, yesterday, I not only complete it but finally catch on to the concepts that will allow me to draw many more easily, and, increasingly, more complexly. Is complexly a word?
. . .Happier than guns. That's what I am.
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shades:
I haven't said happier than guns in a while...
lydia:
This picture made me think of you for obvious reasons. (warning: contains boobs)