Three hundred and sixty five out of three hundred and sixty five. I just typed that. I'm a little bit shocked. First, because I actually did it and second, because it's actually finished.
Well, almost.
It's my birthday today. I'm 26 years old. Which means that this blog is officially outdated!
I woke up late after a pretty sleepless night. Late breakfast and lounged around. It was kind of lame and sad and boring. But finally, I made myself get up and go sit at an undisclosed location that happens to have really good bread and soup and coffee and, maybe I've been there quite a few times in the last week...
I treated myself to a 3:00 lunch and coffee while I worked on my computer for a few hours.
After awhile my mom showed up and after a few more cups of coffee, we met my dad and Rachel for dinner.
Rachel painted me this really beautiful card! It goes well with my mojito, no?
It doesn't take much.
All I wanted was some Tex Mex. Enchiladas with chile con carne and lots of cheese and beans and chips and salsa. Don't ask me why.
After like, two bites, I was full. But I kept on truckin'.
Sad that I couldn't finish my beans.
Me and Sister.
Me and Sister and card.
The reason for my being.
Free flan to go...
in the TRASH!!
Seriously, flan is scary. But free dessert is free dessert.
This is the real deal.
Trying to figure out how I can eat the entire thing, probably.
Hmm...flan or homemade dark chocolate cake?
Well, this looks and feels like a fat deposit...
And this looks and feels like heaven...
Guess who joined in Happy Birthday?
The other sister.
Who, by the way, sent me ten e-cards today. This one:
And a few others. She's just lovely.
I'm amazed at her singing voice!
I like cake.
My walrus impression!!!!!
White on the outside, black on the inside. Just like me.
And just like that...it was over.
Sike!
Come back tomorrow. I've got something special for ya.
Tuesday, January 18
365/365
Saturday, January 8
355/365
Kasey and Jonah showed up to our house tonight in pajamas. I only regret that Kasey took off her awesome furry pink slippers. Dad wanted breakfast for dinner for his birthday (which I affectionately call brinner), and I appreciate their appropriate attire!
Thursday, January 6
353/365
Today is my dad's birthday! Happy birthday, Daddy!
Lauren and I made him dinner while mom cleaned up after us. That's the best way to cook.
But before I get to the meal, let me share my favorite part about birthday posts: pictures from the past!
Starting with:
My parents back before the kids came along. Short shorts, pastel colors, and a ton of love.
And love formed me. This is my dad and me and my aunt Christine at the Ft. Worth water gardens.
Dad moved from pastels to neons. I don't know whatever happened to this hot pink hat. I think he'd still be able to pull it off pretty well.
My dad rarely keeps his face hair-free. Normally it's his head.
And then Rachel was born! I'm guessing this was Easter. I think mom made those dresses for us. And my aunt Mary Alice made that banner! One of the greatest traditions we have.
PS - Looks like dad went back to pastels.
This was at our old house on our old deck before they built a mall there. The Statons came to visit! My dad wore awesome shorts for the occasion.
There was a period of time there when I couldn't remember what my dad was like when we were really young. Now that there are babies in our family again it's been so fun to watch him interact with them. I imagine people told him that he was a great dad all the time because he is really, really great with little kids.
Here he is on another birthday! My grandparents are cute. If you can tell from the cake, my dad has enjoyed hunting for a long time.
And this one is a bit more recent:
Hard to imagine the pastel/neon guy taking on this look. But he pulls it off! Just like everything else! There was a time when I used to sing country music at a few different places and my dad, being the ever-supportive father that he is, totally embraced it. A lot of people said he looked like Garth Brooks. Maybe it's the lightening shirt?
Okay, back to present day.
We made him venison burgers with blue cheese, Swiss cheese, caramelized onions and bacon pieces on ciabatta from Panera bread.
Go ahead, check out the recipe from a place called Father's Office in Santa Monica.
It's yummy.
And for dessert, Lauren made warm banana pudding. If you make my dad cold banana pudding, he'll put it in the microwave.
This stuff knocked me out. I could not believe how awesome it was.
Orange isn't my favorite color but, like I said, ever-supportive. I know that he has a Belmont t-shirt somewhere, but Lauren is OSU football CRAZY and I know her heart flutters when my dad wears orange.
Rachel is missing. She had to work but she really didn't want to work.
So, my dad. Fiercely devoted. To his job, to his family, to his passions. I think it's probably the best way to describe him. Whatever he's working on, he's doing the best that he knows how. He taught me that - to do a job right the first time. Which is why I put all of my best efforts into that burger.
I love you, daddy! You sure are the best.
Sunday, October 10
264/365
Dear Lauren, for your birthday I got you Monje, Nzingo, and some spaghetti!
So, this is my sister, Lauren.
Today is 10-10-10...
and she is turning 22.
Normally, if I were home, I’d find old embarrassing pictures from her childhood. And there are many.
So it’s probably a good thing I’m in Africa. I can only pull from the photos I already have saved on my computer.
As you can see, Lauren and I have a lot in common.
I’m really sad that I can’t be with her on her birthday. I’m sure we’d do something exciting together.
Like...go out for ice cream?
Anyway, Lauren is such a good sister. She came to visit me in Nashville and New York and we made some of my favorite memories.
Lauren, I miss you so much!
And I hope you and your alter ego, Loquacious, had an awesome time at your party last night.
I can’t wait to see you when I get back.
Happy birthday to my beautiful, kind, hilarious, weird, dumb, crazy, wild, smart, lovey sister. I love you!!
