Happy Birthday To Me!

Thursday was my birthday. I am now twenty-seven years old. Still relatively young I guess. Anyway, for my birthday I bought tickets to go see Lion King at Pantages Theater in Hollywood. IT WAS AMAZING!!!! I absolutely loved it! I took my friend Carrie with me and we had a blast. The musical itself is indescribable; if you haven’t seen it you should if you ever get the chance.

Inside the Pantages.

Outside the Pantages.

On our drive in to the Pantages Carrie and I had seen a tattoo parlor. I wondered (out loud) how much it would be to get my tattoo. For approximately three years I’ve wanted a tattoo of a rose on my ankle. Three years ago my aunt passed away and, besides my mom, she is the one who had the most influence in my life. Kathy has a rose tattoo on her ankle so I wanted one in memory of her. So, when we got out of Lion King we drove over to the tattoo parlor, it was closed. What kind of tattoo parlor closes by 11pm in Hollywood? We ended up driving around for about half an hour looking for an open tattoo parlor; by the end of the drive we just wanted to find any other tattoo parlor. We finally found one, Tattoo Mania. In we went, where I got my tattoo! This random tattoo parlor that we happened to find I guess is pretty famous on some level, the guy who did my tattoo has done tattoo’s for Usher, Eve, Courtney Love, and some other people. Pretty cool I thought.

Carrie and I again, before the madness began.

And it begins, Carrie had me laughing so hard, it was difficult keeping my leg still.

The green shading.

The red shading.

The finished product.

Well, that was my birthday.

Friday, the physics students up at the college wanted to throw a birthday party for the three instructors who’s birthdays were this week. So they brought in cakes and sung happy birthday to the two of us who were there, one instructor was missing. My students are amazing.

Also, one of my students bought me a bottle of vodka. I now have a bottle of lemon flavored Gray Goose vodka in my fridge. Sandy and I are going to open it up tonight to try it.

Hugs

So, was going through a box of old paperwork today and I found this poem. I have no idea who wrote it, but I thought it was pretty cool and I wanted to share it with you all. If you know me at all, you know I love hugs, so next time you see me, feel free to share the love.

It’s wondrous what a hug can do.
A hug can cheer you when you’re blue.
A hug can say, “I love you so;”
or, “Gee, I hate to see you go.”

A hug is, “Welcome back again!”
and “Great to see you!: or “Where’ve you been?”
A hug can soothe a small child’s pain
and bring a rainbow after rain.

The Hug! There’s just no doubt about it.
We scarcely could survive without it.
A hug delights and warms and charms,
it must be why God gave us arms.

Hugs are great for fathers and mothers,
sweet for sisters, swell for brothers,
and chances are some favorite aunts
love them more than potted plants.

Kittens crave them. Puppies love them.
Heads of state are not above them.
A hug can break the language barrier,
and make the dullest day seem merrier.

No need to fret about the store of ‘em.
The more you give, the more there are of them.
So stretch those arms without delay
and give someone a hug today.

The Confrontation

Once again it has been ages since I've posted. I think I'm finally caught up on blog reading; well, I should say as caught up as I'm going to get. Not much has happened since I last posted. Just boring everyday stuff.

A couple of weeks ago I had lunch with my father. I sat down and was completely honest with him for the first time that I can remember. I call it my confrontation meeting. I let him know how I felt about how he treated me as a child, how hurt I was by what he had done in the past, that he was not a father figure, and so many other things. Now the big thing that has been on my mind is whether I should go to his wedding or not. I'm not sure that I want to.