Happy birthday to me!

Happy New Year! Oh, wait, it's March isn't it? Crap, bit late on that. Sorry. It's been a busy couple of months. Okay, not really, I've just been lazy. Did you read the name of my blog? Well, then you shouldn't be surprised. Actually, quite a lot has happened. My job got all kinds of crazy; well, crazier than before, my beloved Elsa von Nordland had some serious problems and I had to trade her in for a newer model (ain't that always the way?), a distant cousin I've christened Ulrika von Nordland, ds got sick (I so don't do vomit), one of my dogs got really sick (she's better now though, thanks for asking), and I developed a penchant for stapling fabric to the tops of my windows and apotocary jars thanks to The Nesting Place. Seriously, it's become something of an addiction. I'm sick with it and find myself scouring fabric stores in my spare time or looking for the perfect jar. So, that pretty much catches you up since my holiday in the cardiac ward. What's new with you?

Tonight I sit here, on the eve of my 35th b-day (funy note: I actually typed 25th. Do you think there's such a thing as a Freudian typo?) watching a Tivo episode of The Celebrity Apprentice (don't judge me), typing on my blog and eating and organic apple. I'm a wild woman! Hold me back. I might get some caramel dipping sauce for the apple! Woooooooooooo.
I've gotten a bunch of b-day cars (including one from the car dealership where Ulrika came from) and some pre-emptive emails asking hos I feel about turning 35. My answer: meh. I mean, really, I make 35 look good. You've seen me, I'm a hottie. I'm also incredibly humble, but that's really my only fault. It's my cross, but I bear it. So, tomorrow, if you happen to have a glass of wine in your hand (and really, why wouldn't you? I know I will.) hoist it up and drink to my big 35. Happy birthday to me!