Shiredancer's Dreams

Wishing the very happiest of insanely satisfying birthdays to dear, wonderful snailbones, that fabulous Friday frolicker!! This journal would be a desolate place indeed without her weekly cheer. Hope it has been the best ever, lovie! I trust the cabana boys were at their friskiest, the olives and cheese were non-stop, and the grink was... well, grinky! LOVE LOVE LOVE

Warmest birthday wishes to gillyp! I hope it's a wonderful day and year for you, full of good things. *Hugs*

Wishing a sparkly-bright, rainbow-confettied, chocolate-covered-cabana-boy-filled HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the Queen of Fridays, the gorgeous, hilarious, ever-lovin' snailbones!!!

So, how do you like THEM apples, Snailie? ***SMOOCHES***

It's the special day of that most scintillating of denizens Across The Pond, snailbones! (Or it was twenty-one minutes ago, anyway -- oops...) So sweetie, here's to all things marvelous and sparkly and sugary and bubbly. I hope a well-oiled cabana boy brought you the beverage of your choice, along with the cheese and olives. May you waltz through the landscape and sing to the cows and whistle at the badgers and have the most delightful, dizzying day and year ever!

AND IT WAS FRIDAY, TOO!!!! You clever thing, you.

*Big hugs and smooches*

I hope akamarykate had a dazzling, delicious, and delightful day! Happy Birthday, dear MaryKate.

It's that important month. The first of the year, and the one that holds the birthdays of so many wonderful friends!

So first, a heartfelt HAPPY BIRTHDAY goes out to the always-inspiring magickal_molly, my birthday-twin. Have a glorious day and year!

And next, two that zipped past me when I wasn't looking. To sweet and musical eve_took and to the very fabulous and scintillating gillyp, I wish fun things and yummy things and joyful things for today and all year! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

I'm so glad that you're all my friends. *HUGS* and charmingly-sloppy *SMOOCHES*!

Which is why I'm a day late in wishing the adorable, lovely, and always-entertaining snailbones a fabulous and wonderful and pink-sugar-sparkled BIRTHDAY!

I hope your day was the best thing ever, hon. *Blows smoochie kisses*

Quick, before the day ends: wishing the happiest of birthdays to the very, very dear and beloved klostes. I hope it was everything you could wish for today, filled with sparkles and cake and only the best books on the Mongols. *Huge hugs and smooches*

And a very happy, wonderful, Billeh-full birthday to dear magickalmolly!!! It seems there are several LJ-ers with a birthday today, according to my flist -- Crapicorns rule! Even though we're at the very cusp of it all... it makes for a better Crapicorn, you know?

And of course, it is my birthday too. Did the universe put me in my place today? It did, indeed. I worked very hard to have everything ready for the graduate committee's meeting today. I stayed late (normally this is my leave-at-2:30 early day, but I left at almost 4) and with Kidlet at a call-back audition for her school's production of Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat (*not* one of my favorite musicals, BTW), I thought that I would escape to the beach for the Reading of the Birthday Poem. I had forgotten all about it, as I nearly forgot all about the birthday, until linaelyn reminded me of it.

So I sat in my car and took off my boots and wriggled out of my pantyhose (discreetly), and prepared to walk barefoot to the beach on the far side of campus. Oh, better turn on the cell in case Kidlet gets out early... *rinnngggg* (Or, more accurately, *skirrrrlllll* -- for my cell plays bagpipes.) Peter: "Kidlet's been out for half an hour and trying to reach you... you need to pick her up." Oh, damn and blast. So much for beachside poetry readings. And so the duties of motherhood overtook the aesthetics of birthdaygirlhood, and I was off and running.

I did get a piece of chocolate cake for dessert. And Peter did present me with a gift of some CDs, soundtracks from the TV show Alias (which has some very cool music). And just now, with the family asleep and the fire and some candles lit, I read my poem alone and in near darkness, at last. I looked out at the stars and thought about walking outside to read it, but dark, you know? And firelight is good and mysterious and has its own rewards.

"It was my fifty-second year to heaven... O may my heart's truth
Still be sung
On this high hill in a year's turning."