So.
It's my birthday, first and foremost.
But before I get started on that subject, my little miniature rose bush is doing wonderfully. It's got new leaves sprouting in three different places, and they're growing amazingly fast. I was afraid when I first got it that I'd killed it because I left it in the hot car too long and it dried up, but that's obviously not the case. I think it might have something to do with the pot I got - it's one of those pots that's got the arable inner pot and the ceramic outer pot, and you put the water in the outer pot and it gets absorbed into the soil through the inner pot, kind-of self-watering in a manner of speaking, so it doesn't get over-watered, which is a big risk with roses especially - and possibly with the food, too. I got some rose food that you disolve into the water when you water it, and I've been putting it into the water in the outer pot according to the ratio it suggests, and it seems to be working. And I changed the water every week, since I don't have to worry about actually adding water, which is a lot easier for me to remember. All I have to do is think to myself, "Hey, it's Monday, I need to change the water for the rose." So hopefully whatever I'm doing that's working will continue to work, because I've never had much success with these miniature roses, but maybe this one will be different. It would be exciting if it turned out to be a "survivor" rose.
On to birthday matters.
On the one hand, and the one that truly counts, I got a great feeling from the card that Lindsay gave me and had everyone at work sign. That was really sweet. And she got me a journal that's green and has Celtic symbols all over it. She told me that it's green because it's dragon skin, and I should use it to write my poems in. That really made a huge difference in my day.
Mommy sent me a custom T-shirt with Ariel on the front and "I love happy endings" on the back. It has officially become my favorite shirt. And what's really great about it is it doesn't seem to be one of those decorations that's iron-on, so hopefully it won't peel off or anything, or at least not really fast anyway. That would suck big time.
Barbara sent me a card and called me to tell me happy birthday. And Tammy called to tell me happy birthday, and she left me a MySpace comment. And Russ has been telling me happy birthday all day, almost to the point of annoyance, like normal, but he means well, so I overlook that part of it.
Everyone at work who found out it was my birthday was really enthusiastic about wishing me a happy one, and I didn't spread the word around like some people might have about it being my birthday, so I didn't expect much out of that, but I got a lot more than I did expect.
And Spaz e-mailed me. A short one, but he's working third shift, and just that he was thinking about me means something.
And then there's Daddy. I still haven't heard anything from him. Not that I was expecting to. I'd honestly expect something from him more around his birthday than mine, just because of his affinity for the guilt trip thing. And since I haven't heard anything from him in years, not a single word, I can't say I'm in the least surprised. But still. I've tried, and you'd think he would show some kind of effort after last time. It's not like he can be getting back at me for something, because I've done nothing that wasn't warranted.
But oh, well. What more can I expect really? Other than that, it was a great birthday, and thanks to everyone who made it so. Really the Daddy thing is more general than just my birthday, but I've been thinking about it way too much for comfort lately, and this doesn't help any.
But before I get started on that subject, my little miniature rose bush is doing wonderfully. It's got new leaves sprouting in three different places, and they're growing amazingly fast. I was afraid when I first got it that I'd killed it because I left it in the hot car too long and it dried up, but that's obviously not the case. I think it might have something to do with the pot I got - it's one of those pots that's got the arable inner pot and the ceramic outer pot, and you put the water in the outer pot and it gets absorbed into the soil through the inner pot, kind-of self-watering in a manner of speaking, so it doesn't get over-watered, which is a big risk with roses especially - and possibly with the food, too. I got some rose food that you disolve into the water when you water it, and I've been putting it into the water in the outer pot according to the ratio it suggests, and it seems to be working. And I changed the water every week, since I don't have to worry about actually adding water, which is a lot easier for me to remember. All I have to do is think to myself, "Hey, it's Monday, I need to change the water for the rose." So hopefully whatever I'm doing that's working will continue to work, because I've never had much success with these miniature roses, but maybe this one will be different. It would be exciting if it turned out to be a "survivor" rose.
On to birthday matters.
On the one hand, and the one that truly counts, I got a great feeling from the card that Lindsay gave me and had everyone at work sign. That was really sweet. And she got me a journal that's green and has Celtic symbols all over it. She told me that it's green because it's dragon skin, and I should use it to write my poems in. That really made a huge difference in my day.
Mommy sent me a custom T-shirt with Ariel on the front and "I love happy endings" on the back. It has officially become my favorite shirt. And what's really great about it is it doesn't seem to be one of those decorations that's iron-on, so hopefully it won't peel off or anything, or at least not really fast anyway. That would suck big time.
Barbara sent me a card and called me to tell me happy birthday. And Tammy called to tell me happy birthday, and she left me a MySpace comment. And Russ has been telling me happy birthday all day, almost to the point of annoyance, like normal, but he means well, so I overlook that part of it.
Everyone at work who found out it was my birthday was really enthusiastic about wishing me a happy one, and I didn't spread the word around like some people might have about it being my birthday, so I didn't expect much out of that, but I got a lot more than I did expect.
And Spaz e-mailed me. A short one, but he's working third shift, and just that he was thinking about me means something.
And then there's Daddy. I still haven't heard anything from him. Not that I was expecting to. I'd honestly expect something from him more around his birthday than mine, just because of his affinity for the guilt trip thing. And since I haven't heard anything from him in years, not a single word, I can't say I'm in the least surprised. But still. I've tried, and you'd think he would show some kind of effort after last time. It's not like he can be getting back at me for something, because I've done nothing that wasn't warranted.
But oh, well. What more can I expect really? Other than that, it was a great birthday, and thanks to everyone who made it so. Really the Daddy thing is more general than just my birthday, but I've been thinking about it way too much for comfort lately, and this doesn't help any.