Filed under: My Life
Well, the day finally arrived. Songbird is officially fifty! Mom organized a ‘family only’ party to celebrate the big event.
My nieces love to make my birthdays extra special. H., in the front, is twelve and her sister, M., in the back, is fourteen. H. told Grandma that she would make my birthday cake. H. wanted to make the cake in the shape of Jasper, but after much thought, she decided her mom didn’t have a pan or platter large enough for a Dachshund-shaped cake. So she thumbed through magazines and cook books for ideas and found a three-tiered wedding cake that she just knew would be special enough for her aunt.
H. cooked and created this cake all by herself! The bottom tier is frosted with chocolate icing because that is H.’s favorite. The middle tier is iced with vanilla frosting because that is my favorite and the top is left plain because M. prefers no icing at all. H. just had to include a tribute to Jasper!
It took several hours only a few moments to light all the candles.
Voila! The fabulous blazing birthday cake!
And here I am. The over the hill birthday girl!
Filed under: Fun Monday
I’d like to build the world a home and furnish it with love.
Grow apple trees and honey bees and snow-white turtle doves.
I’d like to teach the world to sing in perfect harmony.
I’d like to hold it in my arms and keep it company.
I’d like to see the world for once all standing hand in hand
And hear them echo through the hills for peace throughout the land.
That’s the song I hear. Let the world sing today.
A song of peace that echoes on and never goes away.
Put your hand in my hand. Let’s begin today.
Put your hand in my hand. Help me find the way.
And hear them echo through the hills for peace throughout the land.
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Filed under: My Life
Yeah, the Songbird has been hearing the F-word quite a bit lately. Really kind of sad. My friends, Mom, brother, sister, even my nieces have been using the F-word. What?!!! Oh, get your minds out of the gutter….I’m not talking about that F-word. FIFTY. Yep, that’s the F-word in my life and it’s there…..just waiting around the corner. Hard to believe in just a few days the Songbird will be FIFTY.
I didn’t have problems with either thirty or forty, but fifty just seems….well, like mature. I keep thinking about my decision in 1990 to move back to Arkansas. One of the main reasons for the move was that my parents were getting older and I didn’t want to live 1200 miles away from them anymore. My parents were getting older. Yeah, right. My mom was 51 and my dad was 53. My perspective has changed a lot in the 18 years I’ve been back home. Amazing how aged 50 seemed from the viewpoint of thirty-two as compared to how it’s looking from forty-nine.
I’ve also had the thought that probably half my life is over. Heck, more than half my life could be over. I mean, who really knows? Thank goodness my positive Pollyanna nature is way stronger than my darker side. I still see my cup as half full rather than half empty most of the time. It helps that I have some pretty good celebrity companions that are also hearing the F-word this year. Madonna, Michelle Pfeiffer and Jamie Lee Curtis are all the same age as me. But, honestly, some of my friends aren’t helping one little bit as evidenced by this email I received.
Uh, thanks…..I really needed this. F-word.
