Happy Birthday Me.
Yes, 27 years ago on this day, at 7.30am, I was spawned into the world, and the world has never forgotten it. I know my mother never has.
muhahaha. >3
I woke up this morning (discounting the 4 other alarms going off due to it still being Friday, even though we're not at work 'cause it's a public holiday) to the smell of Coffee under my nose, and a friendly Angel smiling at me, holding said coffee. The light was shining through the curtains in a way that made the room feel almost.. magical, and I mused with some interest, that maybe Birthdays were still special after all.
So far, the day has been good. The aforementioned Angel then presented me with a giant chocolate easter egg, and it even had the little Chocolate milk tray on the inside Just like it did when I was little. I have been disappointed with companies over the past few years that seem to have forgotten half the fun of easter was cracking open your chocolate piniata to reveal the hidden goodies inside.
But this one was perfect. A Cadbury Milk Tray egg, which after being surgically split in twain with great care, complete with scalpel, (yes, that's "how I eat mine") revealed a perfect little double-layered plastic capsule, complete with paper tray and pop-closure, containing cadbury milk tray chocolates. To the chagrin of all who were gradually milling into the lounge to watch the "surgery" I then proceeded to point out the egg's "vital organs" focusing on the Strawberry-centered "heart." Hee.
Apparently the egg was from both Woof and Angel, and they had specially searched for just such an egg, remembering from last year that I had grumped about the less-perfect kind, and since Angel is winging to Australian shores today, had decided to present it on my birthday, rather than the Egg-day proper.
We're having a Barbecue/party thingy tomorrow night to celebrate this day which I happen to coincidently share with the death of Jesus. (It's ok dude, I know how it is, my dad is called God too. Seriously.)Which Woof has put so much effort into Advertising *half smile half cringe* And I will wear my new Girl Genius Birthday present Tee-shirt from Angel ("FOOLS! I will destroy you all! Ask me how!" ) *snerk* and maybe this year can still be Good After All.
I'm happy that I have finally come to a point in my life where I've found people that actually care and appreciate me, quirks and all. Maybe they have no idea on how much I appreciate that, probably 'cause I don't show it much. So I do Little Things, and to me, that's more important than ludicrously expensive gifts. A picture, drawn meticulously with intent on perfection, an Egg with the goodies carefully packaged on the inside bought just because I love them that way, will always mean more to me than a golden ring, or the latest CD, or a designer jacket, because the other things were given with thought, intent, and love, not just because they were modern or expensive.
Yeah. I'm in a happy place now.
*goes off to contemplate some more*
muhahaha. >3
I woke up this morning (discounting the 4 other alarms going off due to it still being Friday, even though we're not at work 'cause it's a public holiday) to the smell of Coffee under my nose, and a friendly Angel smiling at me, holding said coffee. The light was shining through the curtains in a way that made the room feel almost.. magical, and I mused with some interest, that maybe Birthdays were still special after all.
So far, the day has been good. The aforementioned Angel then presented me with a giant chocolate easter egg, and it even had the little Chocolate milk tray on the inside Just like it did when I was little. I have been disappointed with companies over the past few years that seem to have forgotten half the fun of easter was cracking open your chocolate piniata to reveal the hidden goodies inside.
But this one was perfect. A Cadbury Milk Tray egg, which after being surgically split in twain with great care, complete with scalpel, (yes, that's "how I eat mine") revealed a perfect little double-layered plastic capsule, complete with paper tray and pop-closure, containing cadbury milk tray chocolates. To the chagrin of all who were gradually milling into the lounge to watch the "surgery" I then proceeded to point out the egg's "vital organs" focusing on the Strawberry-centered "heart." Hee.
Apparently the egg was from both Woof and Angel, and they had specially searched for just such an egg, remembering from last year that I had grumped about the less-perfect kind, and since Angel is winging to Australian shores today, had decided to present it on my birthday, rather than the Egg-day proper.
We're having a Barbecue/party thingy tomorrow night to celebrate this day which I happen to coincidently share with the death of Jesus. (It's ok dude, I know how it is, my dad is called God too. Seriously.)Which Woof has put so much effort into Advertising *half smile half cringe* And I will wear my new Girl Genius Birthday present Tee-shirt from Angel ("FOOLS! I will destroy you all! Ask me how!" ) *snerk* and maybe this year can still be Good After All.
I'm happy that I have finally come to a point in my life where I've found people that actually care and appreciate me, quirks and all. Maybe they have no idea on how much I appreciate that, probably 'cause I don't show it much. So I do Little Things, and to me, that's more important than ludicrously expensive gifts. A picture, drawn meticulously with intent on perfection, an Egg with the goodies carefully packaged on the inside bought just because I love them that way, will always mean more to me than a golden ring, or the latest CD, or a designer jacket, because the other things were given with thought, intent, and love, not just because they were modern or expensive.
Yeah. I'm in a happy place now.
*goes off to contemplate some more*