It sucks. Because my body doesn't like it when it's 29. It perfectly loved it when it was 28, two weeks ago. But this weekend I turned 29 years old, partied, and my body is still having its vengeance on me. I'm nauseous. I am still nauseous. How can that be!?
So I guess I did some stupid stuff. Like wearing pizza as a decoration in my hair. I thought I was being horribly funny. Actually it was horribly stupid. And greasy. And disgusting.
I attacked our hedges. Certain people are claiming I was attempting to climb them, but I know perfectly well what I was doing. I was attacking them, shaking them violently. Why?? Because. Because I got this bestest beach ball as a present. It glows!!! How? I don't know yet, but it is fawesome! We were playing with it in the back yard and it went on top of the hedges. Now if you know me at all, you wouldn't question why I did that. I am one of those people that are happy drunks. I seriously don't usually drink, and I don't want to sound as an alcoholic. It's just that I had fun for 4th of July and my birthday, and I might have some more fun in August. But that is it. :o)
Anyway as I said, I am happy when I drink. But, if I drink too much I start resembling a three year old, more and more with each next drink I have. I go backwards like Benjamin Button. So don't try to tell me I can't have my new glowing beach ball, because I WANT IT!!!! So I attacked the bushes before they could get to me and send reinforcements! :D
I do not have a picture of this. So here is a mix of pictures little less embarrassing.
Dear Andrea also recorded me with a camcorder late into the night. Or early in the morning. I watched it with Chris and I was very ashamed. It is never easy to see myself on video, but this was too much on so many levels. I thank her again for that and I will make sure to return her a favor. Someday. Sometimes. Beware. Buahwahwhahwa.
I guess I spilled a little bit of drink over Andrea, totally on accident. And she put limes and gallons of something sticky on me. I went to change clothes and lime halves were falling out of my pants. That was a bit after this photos was taken:
I'm sure she did it because I told her she can't answer her phone anymore! :o)
I only did the it because she would disappear out of sight for an hour or so and we missed her! I tried to take the phone but she wouldn't let me. I guess I would feel like that if someone tried removing my left arm. So I decided to write a sign saying something like: Ania will not answer her phone anymore and if she does she has the grossest feet in the world and stinks and sucks. (The grossest feet part I wrote because she said to me and Jeanie that everyone has gross feet except her.)
How lovely. I'm sure her pants were shaking, haha.
Anyway...conclusion is that 29 is not 19, and sadly, not even 28.
And on a happier note, there was lots of sweets, the big bake-off post will follow soon. The cake was very small and cute. Jeanie called it "The Pippy Longstocking Cake", which made me very happy. I wanted a cake that was cute and goofy and not traditional looking. I will write more about it in its own post though.
I didn't have time to eat to many of all these sweets I spent whole Friday making, which is great I guess. I was to busy pouring liquids in me.
Chris was wonderful and helped TONS with Mikachu. And he took care of him all day yesterday when I was trying to recover. Thank you Chrisy! :-*
So I guess I did some stupid stuff. Like wearing pizza as a decoration in my hair. I thought I was being horribly funny. Actually it was horribly stupid. And greasy. And disgusting.
I attacked our hedges. Certain people are claiming I was attempting to climb them, but I know perfectly well what I was doing. I was attacking them, shaking them violently. Why?? Because. Because I got this bestest beach ball as a present. It glows!!! How? I don't know yet, but it is fawesome! We were playing with it in the back yard and it went on top of the hedges. Now if you know me at all, you wouldn't question why I did that. I am one of those people that are happy drunks. I seriously don't usually drink, and I don't want to sound as an alcoholic. It's just that I had fun for 4th of July and my birthday, and I might have some more fun in August. But that is it. :o)
Anyway as I said, I am happy when I drink. But, if I drink too much I start resembling a three year old, more and more with each next drink I have. I go backwards like Benjamin Button. So don't try to tell me I can't have my new glowing beach ball, because I WANT IT!!!! So I attacked the bushes before they could get to me and send reinforcements! :D
I do not have a picture of this. So here is a mix of pictures little less embarrassing.
Dear Andrea also recorded me with a camcorder late into the night. Or early in the morning. I watched it with Chris and I was very ashamed. It is never easy to see myself on video, but this was too much on so many levels. I thank her again for that and I will make sure to return her a favor. Someday. Sometimes. Beware. Buahwahwhahwa.
I guess I spilled a little bit of drink over Andrea, totally on accident. And she put limes and gallons of something sticky on me. I went to change clothes and lime halves were falling out of my pants. That was a bit after this photos was taken:
I'm sure she did it because I told her she can't answer her phone anymore! :o)
I only did the it because she would disappear out of sight for an hour or so and we missed her! I tried to take the phone but she wouldn't let me. I guess I would feel like that if someone tried removing my left arm. So I decided to write a sign saying something like: Ania will not answer her phone anymore and if she does she has the grossest feet in the world and stinks and sucks. (The grossest feet part I wrote because she said to me and Jeanie that everyone has gross feet except her.)
How lovely. I'm sure her pants were shaking, haha.
Anyway...conclusion is that 29 is not 19, and sadly, not even 28.
And on a happier note, there was lots of sweets, the big bake-off post will follow soon. The cake was very small and cute. Jeanie called it "The Pippy Longstocking Cake", which made me very happy. I wanted a cake that was cute and goofy and not traditional looking. I will write more about it in its own post though.
I didn't have time to eat to many of all these sweets I spent whole Friday making, which is great I guess. I was to busy pouring liquids in me.
Chris was wonderful and helped TONS with Mikachu. And he took care of him all day yesterday when I was trying to recover. Thank you Chrisy! :-*
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