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.
Ahhhh…feels gooood.
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.
Smart, funny, and wildly inappropriate. Makes me weak in the knees.
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.
And then she bit off my ear. BESTIES!!
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.
Latex and wood. Oooohhh baby.
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.
Even her photos are poetic.
“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.
Wasn’t I adorbz? And clever?
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
Sneaky shots of the po-po. Ballsy.
Well deserved!
Muchas gracias! (did I do that right?) xo
con mucho gusto!
(and yes, it was absolutely perfect)
The caption under our picture made me spit tea at my computer. Now, you owe me a computer.
(Also, you deserve all the love you felt yesterday…every day.)
You can have your computer when you GIVE BACK MY HEART. I win. (and xoxo)
Sara, in all of my life I don’t believe anyone has ever said anything about my writing that has moved me more. Of course, I am very hormonal right now. . . Nah, I would be shedding tears of appreciation and astonishment in any case. I’m going to print out your words and sleep with them under my pillow, then paste them into my diary.
Love you ~
Please add little hearts with our initials inside. You write good. xo
You got it, babe. You have a pretty amazing way with words yourself, you know.
Thanks, nice lady.
Jeez, get a room guys. Lol. You are very sweet, Ruby. And I’m enjoying getting to know Sara, aka She Who Puts Up With Clown better as well. Oh what can come from a contest!
Freaking amazing, isn’t it? As for the room thing, Sara, if you’re up for it. . .
Hahahaha.
Maybe when I’m a widow. Will you wait for me?
We’ll see what’s going on in my life then. Unless you’re planning on bumping Eric off on the near future.
I read them all and they are wonderful, funny and from what I can tell, from all these miles away and also from our little tete a tetes, very much deserved. You have some lovely friends Sara and I think that the kind of friends you attract says a lot about the person you are. Love Jen
I do seem to collect some outstanding humans. Not in a serial killer’s personal museum kind of way.
I’m trying to be a good person, and I’m grateful people see that. I’m also getting better at nurturing good relationships. That took a while. A loooooooong while. Thanks, mate *snicker*
Your not alone there. Maybe you just haven’t met the right people before. I have some precious friends but only a few….and that’s because they put up with my crappy reciprocation…sheila. Jen xx
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I want to wish a great new year my dear. All that Candica stuff got in the way a bit but you are the way, you are the children, you are the crazy-ass good artist who supports that silly clown. i got one of those. A good wife and brilliant mother.
I am looking forward to that drink with you in Montreal. Seriously.
You know, I have never before considered my birthday a “new year” but I like it. No resolutions, just a fresh start and some champagne induced optimism.
Good wives feed off of our insane-in-a-good-way hubbies. Keeps the magic alive.
Montreal is beckoning. Thanks for your birthday belly rubs.
Champagne and belly rubs, breakfast of champions.
BESTIES!!
I loved how each of us did something a bit different. We all celebrated the different sides of the Sara we know and love. I’m so glad they brought you happiness.
For the record, Le Clown held our heads underwater for 30 seconds in an effort to get us to write the posts. He didn’t know we would have done it simply by asking.
Wait. You only got 30 seconds? It was two and a half minutes for me. If only he’d simply asked….
He knows you’re super fit and like to be challenged.
He just has a think for swirlies. He wouldn’t be Le Clown without dramatic flair.
Happiness was brung, and I was happied. xoxo
I managed to escape with my wonderful, amazing dolphin kick.
Awww. I’m glad we could make your day! Group hug everyone!
I’m glad you enjoyed the photos; they kind of sucked, except for the po-po shot. I admit the po-po shot was snappy. It’s my favorite of the bunch.
Ooooooo. Today I took photos too! With my GOOD camera! I’ll have to show you. Yeah, on my 1hr and 30 min trek to therapy. I realized though that it’s a bit difficult using stealth while driving a wheelchair, so I said “fuck stealth. I’ma get up in everyone’s face.” And I did! Kind of. No pigeons followed me today unfortunately. :(
Yes! I have a suspicion that taking pics with a decent camera and your wheels requires a bit of “fuck it” attitude. Unless you want to hide in bushes or get a killer zoom lens. Or both.
Post those pics, yo!
Happy belated birthday. I’m trying to be fashionably late :)
All the cool kids do it. Which means I must be insanely cool, since I’m late for most things. It’s been a year since my wedding and I haven’t sent out Thank You’s. Yeah, I’m that girl. Anyway, this is one thanks I’m doing on time. THANKS!
:D
Uterine expulsion and day prisons. I’m in love with you. I’m glad you had a great day. Those posts were good reads, especially the David Dixon! I need to put “get David Dixoned” on my bucket list.
I highly recommend it. It made me feel special and a little drunk. Not to mention, I’m a bit star struck when it comes to BMTHODD, so it was a bit like getting a tweet from a celebrity. I may have swooned a little.
Aw, man, and I all have to offer is a gif of a My Little Pony Head. Which I don’t even know how to post. Sadness.
But happy on your birthday. Wow birthday blog posts. You must be the popularist girl on the Internets! :D
I love GIFS!! Seriously, it’s like an obsession.
Anyhoo, I’m popular by association. Being married to Le Clown is like being a celebrity’s wife. People know who I am by default. I’ll take it though.
Ah, bin bon anniversaire alors ! :)
t’es ben gentille. Merci.
Belated Happy Birthday! -hugs-
Thank you! Belated makes me elated. I’m a poet.
And know it. :D Sorry, I just couldn’t stop myself.
Don’t ever stop.
:D