You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better. ~ Anne Lamott

Monday, July 30, 2012

I Thought I Wanted a Puppy

Well, dammit.

Now I am going to have to get a bigger place for me and this baby walrus.


Puppies are totally overrated.

Sunday, July 29, 2012

This One Is Dedicated to the Ones I Love

Recently, I turned 35.

Again.

One of the things I really wanted for my birthday was to be surrounded by my family.  The family I have created for myself, not necessarily the family I share DNA with.

Simply put, most of the family that I have that I share a gene pool with are people I really do not like.  Addiction, psychosis, insecurity, and general nastiness keep me away.  If you are reading this, if we are related, if you have not seen or heard from me in the past year or so... you are, or possess at least one of the four things that started the last sentence.  And no, I will not be apologizing for saying that out loud on the internet.  Grow up and own your shit.

My birthday dinner party was exactly what I wanted.  We had great food I spent all day cooking...

.... pulled chicken sandwiches and potato salad...




... nachos with salsa, sour creme, and pico de gallo guacamole...



... edemame beans and wings...



We also had blue cake with an Alice in Wonderland topper (thank you Pinterest and my sassy Mum who can't stand fondant but still wanted me to have Alice and company atop my blue cake)...


We had sunshine after a day of rain, we had badminton and pink Mohawks.  Most importantly, we all had each other; three families that have chose each other, together as one.







And flowers.  Do not forget the flowers...