Thursday, October 7, 2010

Birthday Presence

I feel so overjoyed by the day having received almost 200 happy birthday wishes from my family, friends, and my fellow FL'ers, even Days of Our Lives treats- a "happy birthday" tweet from Alison Sweeney (Samantha Brady) and a "happy birthday" FB wall post from Mark Hapka (Nathan Horton). The weather was just phenomenal for celebration! This afternoon I was greeted by the yellow green eyes of frightened grey kitty cat. So pleased I was to give chase, wanting nothing more to give it a loving home, but unfortunately it disappeared in the light of day. I pray that Meano did not get to it. It was too small and innocent to be given such a torturous death from a dog. :(
I had lunch with my friend, Erica who I hadn't seen since first grade ended. There was a chance meeting with my artist friend, Scott Gibbs at the library where I was greeted with a "happy birthday" hug and peck. Oh, that man, I just adore! I truly do! As I walked back home my bus driver friend waved and threw up two fingers at me from across the street, looking as sweet faced and gorgeous as ever!
Tien and I hung out for the rest of the evening. We ate dinner at the vegan restaurant Lovin' Hut, enjoyed birthday cake (red velvet yum!) and of course the singing meow birthday song card was a real hoot! Yay!!! I finally got some speakers for my iPod!!!! Studio time is going to be awesome and rocking from now on. That is until the studio is actually cleaned and organized. :)
27 is going to be a great age! I can feel it in my bones......

Birthday Eve: the Poem

Twas the day before her birthday, all through her apartment,
No gifts could be seen, not even a hint.
Early Facebook messages, emails, and tweets she had received,
But a new age was drawing near, that had her aggrieved

She refused to remove herself from her warm, comfortable bed,
For visions of chocolaty goodness twirled in her head
She forever in a bandanna and a Buffy tee,
Wanted to settle in for a long autumn time z.

She awakened to a rude kind of noise,
Hoots, hollers, and whistles from the neighborhood boys.
Groaning aloud, she went to shut them up as to continue her sleep,
But in the lot, she was surprised to see her name upon a pretty purple jeep.

The sun light reflected on the automobile made for her,
Sudden tears shone in her brown eyes, making it all a blur.
Staring with wonder on how such a thing could appear,
Though she had no license, she was filled with great cheer.

"Come now Birthday Eve Girl, tomorrow is your day,
But now is the time to celebrate, the candles are on their way!"
The man shouted, in her driver's seat, looking straight up at her, happy and sweet,
She fled the room and out of her door, not missing a beat!

She stood in front of him, eager to appraise,
For the man had given her a gift better than all her other birthdays.
"I don't know how or why but thank you for the wheels,
Are you also going to pay for the insurance, registration, and the other bills?"

The man stepped out of the jeep and laughed at her greed,
"Come now, Birthday Eve Girl, this should be all that you need."
She shook her head, but knew she better stay polite,
He could take it away in a flash and she would be in a plight.

He was short, round, and brown, an orange pick in black afro hair,
Strangely dressed in funky 70's style wear,
A tweed blazer, matching pants, and loafers,
Smelling like home-cooked dinner made by Stouffer's.

"Well, who are you?" She asked. "Some kind of a Birthday Santa Claus?"
"No, I am a kind philanthropist. I'm Mister Jerry Butterballs."
She almost burst into giggles at such an odd name,
But he bowed and winked, smiling at her shame.

"I have to go, but enjoy tomorrow's ice cream and cake,
I have other people to see and other presents to forsake."
Off he rode in and out of sight, but not before bellowing,
"Happy birthday to all and to all a good mellowing!"

She stood outside in her robe, confused as can be,
But don't worry everyone this was all a weird, silly dream.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Birthday Eve

My birthday is in t-minus thirty minutes.
Though technically I did not escape the womb until 11:35 A.M.
I'm reflecting on the good things about 26. It was a rather good age for I graduated from college, received some wheels as a gift (though I still have no driver's license, lol), spent a beautiful summer in Denver house and cat sitting for a friend.....
But the hardest thing for me still is finding a great job and sticking with it. There is nothing beneficial about staying in a small town that seems to be losing thousands of employment opportunities a month, but I am determined.
It's also high time to make some brilliant work! Well, not brilliant persay, can we just say of the excellent equation. I'm writing more stories, including some shorts for I am entering a handful of writing contests. Art needs to be made for the grad school brochures are arriving and I need to be well prepared before sending off applications to my chosen destinations.
Anyways, I must say 26 was golden, but what 365 days will 27 bring me?