Or the cake is gone...my birthday must be over.
Had a wonderful time with Brenden (and everyone) in Terre Haute at Bogeys for Brenden's Earth Worm Jim Party!
What's not to love. Pizza and soft drinks. Private party room (where THEY handle the clean up). Go Carts. Game Room. Bounce Room. Spinning Bumper Cars. Miniature Golf. Batting Cages. Trampoline Bungee. It was pretty amazing! Something for EVERYONE.
Finished my early month-long celebration and cake a few hours ago. The 57th has somehow turned out to be my "Good Food and Cake" birthday, it seems...Starting with Greek early in the month...onward to The Cheesecake Factory...Steak yesterday with a mini chocolate cake from Chuck and Shirley...beginning the day with a candle lit eclair...and Loretta, Sharon Judy and I celebrating with a Brunch and yet more cake this afternoon. Loretta hosted it to celebrate both Judy's (the 22nd) and My (the 24th) Birthdays!
Walked in to the smell of Roasting Turkey, Baked Macaroni and Cheese, Green Bean Casserole and Yellow Cake with Milk Chocolate Icing and Sprinkles. Smelled like Thanksgiving!!!
And good things always come in boxes, too.
The Shelby Cat (earlier this month)
Good Handmade Chocolates.
And still more chocolates.
"Idgy's Box" which included this vintage suitcase affair filled with some of my favorite things...a Vineyard Yankee Candle, A large polished geode with some beautiful crystals, a hand-carved wooden dipping spoon, oh....and more chocolate!!!
Feeling very SPOILED (and chocolate filled) today!
Also got a great surprise from Lennon yesterday; who is going to be taking vacation days soon and coming up for a week!
And he is right about this shit being creepy
Have to admit, I faced 57 with a bit of trepidation. Silly really. Superstitious. I have believed for years that we travel through this life more or less in the same circles (of people) Having lost 4 close friends at the age of 57...most recently Pam, also at 57...well...let's just say it gave me a momentary pause.
But this is 57...and it is Grand.
We have managed to piss off Russia...Iran...Syria...Afghanistan...North Korea and China in less than 100 days.
If you aren't very nervous...well, you aren't paying attention.
Suddenly 4 years feel like forever.
Democrats...get a clue. Forget about Russia and Border Walls and whatever else you are kvetching about and get yourselves focused on one very very very important thing...grooming a Viable Candidate for 2020. You have 4 years, okay. Don't SCREW this up. Because if you don't we could have 8 years of THIS. And do NOT dust off Hillary and trot her out again or you DESERVE four more years.
And a sad footnote...as my Tucker-Kitty took a turn for the worse on Sunday. By Monday he had collapsed, and was in obvious distress. Nicole helped me get him to the Vet that afternoon for euthanasia. It was April and he had just turned 14. The vet said we had made the right decision as he would decline further, and be in more pain.
14 years was STILL not enough.
Missing my fuzz-buddy and little shedding Zen-Master who taught me his final life lesson yesterday:
Sometimes no matter how badly we want to keep somebody...there are times we have to love them enough to let them go.