Baby, you better believe it!
Please note: This is an image-heavy post. It is in no way dial-up friendly.
silvarbelle, this is your Welcome to your Happy Birthday! post.
For once I am actually off of work and not being run so ragged that I am on top of a birthday. (Score one for me.) LJ's front page birthday reminder may or not have have helped tremendously, because even if I do remember your birthday, I will ultimately not know today's date to save my life. (Score one thousand for LJ.) Hee. Anyway, here is is:
See, I wanted to get you a nice gift, say me hanging out for a couple of days at your place, but then there was money and time constraint issues. So I decided to get you a few other gifts instead. Just think of it as an online party that everyone is invited to join.
First:
I thought you might like a few balloons, noisemakers, and presents to start you off:
Second:
I thought you could do with a bit of cake to help you relax on your big day. I looked in every baker's window and whipped up as many cakes as I had time to make so that I could find a few that I liked before giving one to you.¹ Options, you know. You've got to have them. So, I thought we'd look them over together.
See, here's this cake that I found:
It's nice and beautiful and even comes with a fetching bosom in the background, but I figured that you wouldn't like it very much, since you refuse to go all lezzie with me. = P So, this one was out.
I tried making this one:
But it melted on the platter before I could even take a very good picture of it, so that one was out. It'd never survive the journey to you.
There was this cake:
Unfortunately, those sneaky arms I barely managed to capture on film belonged to sneaky people that got to this cake faster than I did. Darn.
There were these lovely cakes, the first of which is very Martha Stewart:
There was just the small problem of your name not being either "Barbara" or "David Hasselhoff." (Yes, that second cake is from David's website. Go figure.)
I thought with all of this cakemania running about, you just might want something like this:
Sure, Chuck Norris is creepy, but wouldn't you like to be able to say that your cake can kick everyone else's cakes' asses? I think, yes. Still, I moved on, because it wasn't quite what I was looking for.
Now, there was this cake:
It kicked ass without even being creepy (!!!), but it seemed that they got your 'birthday base' wrong AND your name. Oh, well.
Then there was this one:
It was pretty, creative, and overall perfectly nice, except for the fact that they seemed to have gotten your age wrong. Or did they? = P
I moved on to the next window and found this one:
I knew that it would be perfectly fine, but then I looked over and saw this:
I couldn't help but wonder what a pumpkin carved to look like a cake was doing in a baker's window. Since I couldn't figure it out one way or the other, I kept looking for something else.
I wanted the absolutely perfect cake. No, not the Death by Chocolate or Chase cakes. No, I wanted your cake to have flair, style, be sophisticated enough that you could take it out for a romantic night on the town and wouldn't be embarrassed by it. I mean, what good is a cake if you can't pal around with it, hrmm?
So, I chose this one:
The style! The angle! The confidence! The image cropping! The pizazz! This was the cake for you. Heh. Well, I like it.
Third:
So now that I had the cake, there was still the matter of party entertainment. Luckily for me, I found these gems just waiting to cause a chuckle or two:
So wrong that it's funny.
As the party was wrapping up, I knew that we had forgotten something. Something vital. Something essential. Something really, really, REALLY important. I thought about it and I thought about it some more. I just couldn't figure out what that something was until I saw a stray orange roll off of the kitchen table to the floor and then I just knew what it was!
Cat hair! That was it! That was definitely it!
When I saw that no one was exactly impressed by my proclamation, I gave it a second thought. After several long and stressful minutes, I came to the conclusion that maybe this wasn't 'it' after all. Just then, I heard the sweetest little tweeting outside of the window and knew that 'it' was the singing. The singing, of course. How had I managed to forget that? It must have been due to the diabetic coma I nearly put myself into from tasting all of that delicious cake.
Fourth:
So here it is, the singing:
Fifth:
For the end of this long strange trip, go look at your profile page. Right at the top. You can't miss it. = D
Happy birthday, darling!
Danielle
(Whew! I thought I'd never finish that! = P)
¹ -- No, I did not actually make or photograph ANY of the items featured in this post. I do not own the rights to any of the pictures or the video. Those remain with their original creators. I simply wanted to use them for a lovely little post.
The 'bakers' windows' and such are also not real, just a fine spot of make-believe. = D
All of the pictures were located through Google and led me to a varity of sites including MySpace, David Hasselhoff's Official Website, Pink Cake Box, our very own LiveJournal, and many, many others that I can't even begin to track down all of them. If you see your picture posted (and even if you don't, I probably visited your site), you know who you are. Special. That's who you are. = D
silvarbelle, this is your Welcome to your Happy Birthday! post.
For once I am actually off of work and not being run so ragged that I am on top of a birthday. (Score one for me.) LJ's front page birthday reminder may or not have have helped tremendously, because even if I do remember your birthday, I will ultimately not know today's date to save my life. (Score one thousand for LJ.) Hee. Anyway, here is is:
See, I wanted to get you a nice gift, say me hanging out for a couple of days at your place, but then there was money and time constraint issues. So I decided to get you a few other gifts instead. Just think of it as an online party that everyone is invited to join.
First:
I thought you might like a few balloons, noisemakers, and presents to start you off:
Second:
I thought you could do with a bit of cake to help you relax on your big day. I looked in every baker's window and whipped up as many cakes as I had time to make so that I could find a few that I liked before giving one to you.¹ Options, you know. You've got to have them. So, I thought we'd look them over together.
See, here's this cake that I found:
It's nice and beautiful and even comes with a fetching bosom in the background, but I figured that you wouldn't like it very much, since you refuse to go all lezzie with me. = P So, this one was out.
I tried making this one:
But it melted on the platter before I could even take a very good picture of it, so that one was out. It'd never survive the journey to you.
There was this cake:
Unfortunately, those sneaky arms I barely managed to capture on film belonged to sneaky people that got to this cake faster than I did. Darn.
There were these lovely cakes, the first of which is very Martha Stewart:
There was just the small problem of your name not being either "Barbara" or "David Hasselhoff." (Yes, that second cake is from David's website. Go figure.)
I thought with all of this cakemania running about, you just might want something like this:
Sure, Chuck Norris is creepy, but wouldn't you like to be able to say that your cake can kick everyone else's cakes' asses? I think, yes. Still, I moved on, because it wasn't quite what I was looking for.
Now, there was this cake:
It kicked ass without even being creepy (!!!), but it seemed that they got your 'birthday base' wrong AND your name. Oh, well.
Then there was this one:
It was pretty, creative, and overall perfectly nice, except for the fact that they seemed to have gotten your age wrong. Or did they? = P
I moved on to the next window and found this one:
I knew that it would be perfectly fine, but then I looked over and saw this:
I couldn't help but wonder what a pumpkin carved to look like a cake was doing in a baker's window. Since I couldn't figure it out one way or the other, I kept looking for something else.
I wanted the absolutely perfect cake. No, not the Death by Chocolate or Chase cakes. No, I wanted your cake to have flair, style, be sophisticated enough that you could take it out for a romantic night on the town and wouldn't be embarrassed by it. I mean, what good is a cake if you can't pal around with it, hrmm?
So, I chose this one:
The style! The angle! The confidence! The image cropping! The pizazz! This was the cake for you. Heh. Well, I like it.
Third:
So now that I had the cake, there was still the matter of party entertainment. Luckily for me, I found these gems just waiting to cause a chuckle or two:
So wrong that it's funny.
As the party was wrapping up, I knew that we had forgotten something. Something vital. Something essential. Something really, really, REALLY important. I thought about it and I thought about it some more. I just couldn't figure out what that something was until I saw a stray orange roll off of the kitchen table to the floor and then I just knew what it was!
Cat hair! That was it! That was definitely it!
When I saw that no one was exactly impressed by my proclamation, I gave it a second thought. After several long and stressful minutes, I came to the conclusion that maybe this wasn't 'it' after all. Just then, I heard the sweetest little tweeting outside of the window and knew that 'it' was the singing. The singing, of course. How had I managed to forget that? It must have been due to the diabetic coma I nearly put myself into from tasting all of that delicious cake.
Fourth:
So here it is, the singing:
Click to viewFifth:
For the end of this long strange trip, go look at your profile page. Right at the top. You can't miss it. = D
Happy birthday, darling!
Danielle
(Whew! I thought I'd never finish that! = P)
¹ -- No, I did not actually make or photograph ANY of the items featured in this post. I do not own the rights to any of the pictures or the video. Those remain with their original creators. I simply wanted to use them for a lovely little post.
The 'bakers' windows' and such are also not real, just a fine spot of make-believe. = D
All of the pictures were located through Google and led me to a varity of sites including MySpace, David Hasselhoff's Official Website, Pink Cake Box, our very own LiveJournal, and many, many others that I can't even begin to track down all of them. If you see your picture posted (and even if you don't, I probably visited your site), you know who you are. Special. That's who you are. = D