HAPPY BLOGDAY TO ME!
Today is the one year anniversary of my life as a blogger! I know it sounds stupid, but this really was the creative outlet I needed to keep me sane with all the changes I’ve had in my life in the last year. In the last year I’ve attempted to get used to a new job, I’ve become a firefighter’s wife with all that entails, I was stuck alone in England forever, and I bought a new house. I’ve also been inspired to take more pictures, and while I’m not a pro, I really love doing it and I now carry a camera everywhere I go. My new blog’s resolution for the next year is to buy a new camera, take a photography class, and to learn how to create a blog that isn’t boring looking. Anyone want to help me with that?
In light of the fact that I haven’t written in days, I was remise in wishing my dear husband a very happy birthday. I thought that the fact that he had to work on his birthday was going to ruin the day, but instead it was a really good day. That morning he got his presents, then I baked him a cake and at about 4:00 I took it over to the station. Now usually when I visit the fire station, I stay about 10 minutes and then I leave. I’m really conscience about not overstaying my welcome, and I never sit on the chairs in the living room. Its a weird firefighter thing. But on his birthday, the rules were different. The guys insisted that I hang out and be a rider for the rest of the day. They even bought enough dinner to include me, which has never happened. I stayed until about 9:30 that night and went on calls with the, watched them spray Ryan with foam for his birthday, had a GREAT steak dinner, took the engine to Starbucks, ate birthday cake, and watched TV. I don’t know about Ryan, but for me it was a good birthday celebration!
Yesterday I took another sick day, mostly because of how my company has its rules about sick time and how it counts against you, but also because my stomach aches at the thought of work. And truthfully, when Ryan got home yesterday morning I passed out for a THREE HOUR nap in the morning. I know there’s something wrong when my body does something like that.
Last night after all that rest I felt up to going to the theater. We have season tickets to the Broadway touring series. The show right now was Annie, and there were little girls everywhere! Most of them were wearing adorable little dresses, some of which looked like princess costumes left over from Halloween. It made me really appreciative that my parents exposed me early to the theater too.
Now its Saturday and I’m flying solo again this weekend. I have not a single plan for the whole weekend! I’m going to try to convince africankelli to meet me at a museum in a little bit. Anyone wanna hit the bars tonight? ;-)
