It was my Birthday and People were Very Nice.
At home, my anniversary of uterine expulsion was a low-key affair. I stayed in pyjamas until 3 pm, let Le Clown herd and disperse the kids to their respective day prisons, and tried to keep up with the explosion of love from good people.
Of course, Facebook is always nice because it courteously reminds people it’s birthday day, and with one click and a few tic-a-tacs, even the busiest person can wish one well. Some people complain about all but forgotten friends writing on their wall on this special day, but I love it. I do it to other people, and I think it’s nice. C’est comme ça.
What really caught me off guard and made my insides sloppy were all the bloggers who wrote entire posts just for little ol’ me. If you ask me, blogging takes dedication, and can sometimes be exhausting. Amirite people? This post is to thank them, link to them, and to reveal to the whole world what good bloggers/people/writers they are. If you are interested in reading people talk about me (and who wouldn’t be, right? Right??), or if you’re just looking to expand your blogging universe, here ya go.
A Clown on Fire had a post ready for my bleary eyes when I woke up. It made me smile-cry. Granted, he’s my husband and is under contract to be nice to me on my birthday, but this was above and beyond. Also, I’m guessing everybody reading this post already knows Le Clown. He’s dreamy.
The talent over at Jen and Tonic makes this woman swoon. Her birthday post to me was inspirational and entirely factual. Loaded with pictures of our special “together” time, she’ll have you snorting coffee/whiskey/snot out of your nose. Go get a tissue.
The unbelievably gutsy and authentic Meizac wrote simple, honest words of love and friendship. We share a love of party trees, and I hold her up as an example of motherhood, friendship, and self-respect. I want to be more like her someday.
Every sentence is a poem over at I Was Just Thinking…. Ruby weaves words with the skill and ease of a seasoned loomstress. When she writes, you listen, for she captures the attention of all eyes with her eloquent Helvetica script. Her kindness and love overflow, but are never saccharine.
“Brilliant”, though potentially hyperbolic in other situations, is succinctly apt when describing Bring Me the Head of David Dixon. Paragraphs are replaced by nostalgic, undersaturated photographs, deftly altered in dryly hilarious ways. I’ve been BMTHODD’ed and it feels really damned good.
I will treasure these posts forever, or as long as I have internet access and eyesight. A special thank you to Le Clown for so discreetly
threatening rousing people into action for my exceptional birthday. I love surprises. Now, to catch up on all the comments on all these blogs from even more SUPER DUPER FOLKS! I might be a while.
Until next time,
The Ringmistress a.k.a Sara
Addendum: Last but not least, the the sweet and spicy PAZ managed to snap a few photos (as per my relentless requests) on her gruelling trek to Farawaydia. Seriously, I would’ve given up after about 18 minutes. The girl’s got grit, and she’s dusting off her photography skills. I can’t wait to see what happens next. Thanks for thinking of me, PAZ, and making time for me on a difficult day. xo