Selfish
Erm, 'twas my birthday yesterday, I'm now twenty four whole years old.
I feel so shy about all the attention, I didn't even tell anyone at work, but they found out anyway, so I got flowers and of course a rousing version of 'happy birthday'.
The gathering I had on Sunday with my family and friends was just right - low key, warm, really uplifting. Everyone was so generous with both time and gifts - a rose from my friend's garden, a gorgeous pair of earrings chosen by my dad (which makes them all the more special), candles which are filling the living room with the most delicious aroma. I received so many Japanese inspired cards - very touching, it's obvious that I wear my heart on my sleeve!
My sister made fudgey caramel filled cupcakes, all stacked with candles on top - so sweet.
Stu of course came through in fine form, he gave me the most wonderful card, filled with the most beautiful words, took me to a Japanese restaurant for dinner (I found out that I like eel!), bought me a book (Across the Nightingale Floor - looks amazing), a dvd (naughty), and got Foxtel connected (I'm ridiculously excited, now I can watch the Lifestyle channel whenever I want! And we really like the Girls of the Playboy Mansion - so cute and stupid!)
Even the cat bought me a card, conceding that I may be in charge for the day - Stu tried to get a paw print from him, but that just became a bit of a blob - poor fat cat.
So all in all, a lovely few days!
Plus, as my birthday reminded me that I want to avoid the inexorable ravages of time, I took a trip to the Clinique counter, did the whole facial analysis dealie, and bought one of just about everything. I was expecting to see eyebrows arched in judgement at the state of my skin, but the lovely lady there said that I had a silky smooth complexion, with no problems that she could see - what a great surprise for someone who grew up with awful acne, punctuated with the ugliest bout of chicken pox you're ever likely to see.
And my manager today actually described me as a 'high flyer'. Can you imagine it? Me, flying high!
Ah, what a great week.
I feel so shy about all the attention, I didn't even tell anyone at work, but they found out anyway, so I got flowers and of course a rousing version of 'happy birthday'.
The gathering I had on Sunday with my family and friends was just right - low key, warm, really uplifting. Everyone was so generous with both time and gifts - a rose from my friend's garden, a gorgeous pair of earrings chosen by my dad (which makes them all the more special), candles which are filling the living room with the most delicious aroma. I received so many Japanese inspired cards - very touching, it's obvious that I wear my heart on my sleeve!
My sister made fudgey caramel filled cupcakes, all stacked with candles on top - so sweet.
Stu of course came through in fine form, he gave me the most wonderful card, filled with the most beautiful words, took me to a Japanese restaurant for dinner (I found out that I like eel!), bought me a book (Across the Nightingale Floor - looks amazing), a dvd (naughty), and got Foxtel connected (I'm ridiculously excited, now I can watch the Lifestyle channel whenever I want! And we really like the Girls of the Playboy Mansion - so cute and stupid!)
Even the cat bought me a card, conceding that I may be in charge for the day - Stu tried to get a paw print from him, but that just became a bit of a blob - poor fat cat.
So all in all, a lovely few days!
Plus, as my birthday reminded me that I want to avoid the inexorable ravages of time, I took a trip to the Clinique counter, did the whole facial analysis dealie, and bought one of just about everything. I was expecting to see eyebrows arched in judgement at the state of my skin, but the lovely lady there said that I had a silky smooth complexion, with no problems that she could see - what a great surprise for someone who grew up with awful acne, punctuated with the ugliest bout of chicken pox you're ever likely to see.
And my manager today actually described me as a 'high flyer'. Can you imagine it? Me, flying high!
Ah, what a great week.
posted by Janet | 1:28 pm
3 Comments:
I've been across the Nightingale Floor in person in... either it was Nara or Kyoto... Lovely sound, I'm sure. Except when there's about forty people going through the halls at once. Hee.
Happy birthday hon, I am terribly sorry I couldn't be there for the party (I was invited). We have to catch up because I've got something special for you.
*sigh*
I turn 28 this year. *sniff* Ah well, you're as young as the girl that you feel... *leery smile*
Happy Birthday - glad that it sounded like you had a great day!
Thank you precious girlies!
Post a Comment
<< Home