For my dear friend and person without whom I could not blog! Happy Birthday Blondie! Happy Birthday to you! For those who don't know... Blondie helps me blog and has the keys to my castle. Any decorating, colour and even the great titles for my daily blogs come from Blondie.

Many Healthy Happy Years. From me and the boy on the top of the cake. wink wink baby!

If truth be told.

I did NOTHING on Monday.
Nothing at all.
Well except for a quick trip into work for a bit of a job interview and then back home.

The Rebel's party went well. She had a great time with her friends. Too many of them are smokers and a few of them drink far too much . They were here for her though and that was the main thing. It was still surprising to me though how many of her so called close friends didn't come. These girls have issues - stupid issues and I found their excuses rather selfish in the end. I frankly think they all need some serious therapy time to get over what ever it is that is bothering them. As it was she had a good time and didn't seem too upset when certain girls didn't show up. I think she's well aware of their problems - such as they are.

Rebel Junior stuck around and her best friend came over. She seemed to enjoy herself as well. Rebel's friends are pretty stunned at how the RJ has *grown up.*

SU - did nothing to help. I didn't expect him to. I asked him to please pick up the birthday cake - which he did - whining about the $28 price tag as he put it on the table. Insert eye roll here. He then proceeded to go out to one of his young friends' house instead of sticking around for the evening. WHO does that? He usually plays hockey on Sunday - but didn't do that either. Some party I guess. And too bad for him.

One of the main local television stations has been following Rebel since the Heart Institute Telethon. One of their reporters knew about the birthday party that was two months post transplant. They came and did a story on Rebel which appeared on the late local news and again the next morning. I was interviewed along with Rebel and unfortunately they had the BF interviewed because she talked about her engagement. If I had known I might have been able to get them NOT to mention it, but I didn't realize she was going there. UGH! Probably better to not try and manipulate that stuff. It was all a good story except for the engaged part.




I have a new DS game. Cake Mania. If truth be told, I did nothing yesterday because I was baking cakes all day.

Thursday Thirteen.

13 things to do to get ready
for Rebel's Be-lated 20th Birthday Party
on Sunday!

1. Anti bacterial all over the house.
2. Make the Caesar salad dressing on Saturday.
3. Pick up all the cereals and secret ingredient for the Nuts & Bolts requested by Rebel.
4. Remind people to BYOL - Bring your own Lawn chair.
5. Hit up the SU for half the cost of the party.
6. Decorations.
7. Ensure the batteries are charged for the camera. All of them. Memory card is empty.
8. Hit up COSTCO for one of those sheet cakes with the custard filling.
9. Beer or no beer?
10. Pinot grigio for me.
11. Presents - what did she want? the Back Street Boys tickets? seriously!
12. Be nice or at least civil to the BF - or as my counsellor suggested - don't give him control.
13. Sit back, relax, watch the Rebel have a good time and thank God for the miracle of her life.

Congratulations and Happy Birthday Lily the Marathoner! From your non running friend!

Today's Your Birthday!

We love you, Marie!

Party Post Mortem

Well, the party was a smash. The boys in the band... 4 guitars and a drum kit were a tad crowded into my tiny dining room, while the 40 or so women took over the rest of the house. It was a good thing I kept the rented patio tables beause I had no where else to put food! So while it was chilly, it was sunny, and people did go out for fresh air and room to move!

I was overwhelmed with how generous my friends are. I specifically said "just yourself" I don't want or need gifts, but my goodness, lots of wine, scotch ( single malt even) and a lovely bottle of Pol Roger champagne along with Godiva chocolates - which I am told should only be shared with a best girlfriend.

The best friend from my home town flew in for the do. She didn's know a soul but by the end of the eveing was embraced by all the girls here. I have some good photos, and great memories of wonderful evening. The band was awesome, I had plenty of food, and not a lot of leftovers, and it seemd that even though we were crowded people enjoyed themselves.

Rebel was stunned as people kept coming in and hanging around. Tweeny couldn't handle all the women being LOUD and dancing. She took off with friends and only came home after the band was done.

I am blessed with wonderful wonderful friends. The rest... really doesn't matter. I recommend every woman should throw her own party and let loose.

Happy Birthday to Me... a very *happy* blessed, 50 year old babe who can belt out a few numbers with the lads in the band.

PARTY!!

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