Monday, August 17, 2009

34


Today is my birthday. My 34th birthday. And this is a photo of me, taken with my new iphone (paid for via birthday money proceeds). I can't install Adobe Flash, so I couldn't upload directly to Flickr, but at any rate, here I am.

I am waiting for Ellis to wake up from her nap, and in the time she's been asleep, I have spent (wasted) a ridiculous amout of time trying to install Adobe Flash, I Swiffered the entire house (don't get too excited; it's a small house), including pulling out the fridge to get the rat's-nest of Porter-hair that had been mocking me for weeks, unloaded the dishwasher, tidied the living room, and scrubbed the shower/bathtub. I'm even giving Ellis rights to the first bath in the clean tub, but only because she has food in her hair & I do have some standards when it comes to my child's grooming.


I have a short-list of errands to run today, time allowing, and then I have Action Appliance Repair coming sometime between 2 and 4 to look at our washer & dryer. Talk about an afternoon killer.


Boy do I know how to have a good time.


But, after Adam gets home from work, we're having dinner at my mom & step-dad's house for my FAVORITE dinner: grilled pizzas. The first time my brother said he was making pizzas on the bbq, I couldn't quite wrap my head around it. Pizzas? On the grill? Really? In my head, it was a "bbq pizza", with bbq sauce.


And it was not bbq pizza, but only the BEST PIZZA IN THE WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD. I'm sure the homemade dough, made by my sister-in-law Michelle, has much to do with it. We generally make several small-to-medium pizzas, but my favorite is a mediterranean, with feta, greek olives & things of that nature.


It has been a quiet day, but rainy & windy. The first of our fall weather is upon us, and I can't say as I'm all that happy to see leaves on the ground already. When the weather starts to turn like this, I usuallylook forward to fall. But this year I'm still clinging to summer. I could sit & wonder what's different this year, but the answer is sleeping blissfully 2 rooms away.


I don't want to admit that she's nearly 16 months old, which means she's nearly 18 months old, and that just means she's on her way to being a teenager. And I'm not ready for that. I want her to stay innocent and pure, imaginative, silly, my sweet little girl.

6 comments:

Wahrmund Family said...

Happy Birthday Tracy! 'Almost-mid-thirties' (EEK!) isn't so bad. Your life is blessed :)

Jaye @ canadian-mom.ca said...

I just have a second so I couldn't read your whole post right now, but I want to wish you a Happy Birthday before it's over!!!
I'll be back over tomorrow to read it :) Have a great day!!!!

Jasmine said...

Congrats on living so long ;)


Your baby is precious!

tracy said...

thanks for the birthday wishes, ladies!

Nancy said...

Boy, wasn't that some fall storm we had yesterday. Glad it's much nicer today. Yes, your little girl is practically half grown :O Next thing you know, YOU'LL be a grandma! Time goes too quickly. mom

Jerusalem said...

What fun! I have wanted to try the pizza on the grill thing and now I know I HAVE to... So how exactly did your dad NOT call you on your birthday if you had dinner at his place? I am so confused!