No one had ever hosted a surprise birthday party in my honor prior to two Fridays ago. And by that I mean that H. threw me the most epic surprise birthday party of all time! He had me picking something up from his house for him (with my friend K.), so when I got there, you might be able to imagine what happened next. I opened the door and into pitch black I saw several figures, just standing, waiting (lurking, almost); so for a moment, I was terrified. But then, someone opened the door, flipped the lights on, and tons of friends from college, work, etc. were standing in one room yelling, "Surprise!" It was awesome. My friend K. was in town for UVa's homecoming, and she was in on the surprise the whole time! It was so fun! Driveby of the weekend: awesome surprise birthday party, Chocolate Festival and UVa Homecoming game the next day, and apple-picking on Sunday prior to K.'s departure. Grrrreeat weekend!
A picture from the surprise party: me with two cakes, how appropriate, guys.
The following week, I got an icky old cold, complete with fever, chills, coughing and copious amounts of chicken broth. The most productive thing I did between Monday and Wednesday last week was watch Gone with the Wind straight through (including the intermission).
Alas, I was able to go back to work on Thursday and Friday, then drive to Lebanon for birthday festivities this past weekend (as my real birthday was on Sunday). My mom and dad had a big birthday party for me at home, too, with yummy food and family. AND, I got to debut my new cowboy boots for the occasion!
I also got to ride down to the farm to see some cuties, and by the way, Mom and Dad informed me that Lucky is a female cat, for the record. Here are some shots from the farm:
Most of you all know how I feel about cats (not my favorite creations), but this little wild barn kitten is a doll!
And a smidgen of a tribute to my favorite dog that we have ever had: Butch. My brother got Butch when he was a puppy (he's a Great Pyrenees with a little bit of English Sheep dog in the mix); he has always lived with the sheep and he is a very timid dog. He loves the sheep and won't let anyone he doesn't know near them; I love this dog and would steal him if I thought he would be happy with me in my little apartment.
On my birthday, Mom and I walked in the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure with my sis-in-law S. and some of her family. It was a beautiful day, and it was my first 5k, even though we walked it! S., her mother and sister made all of us tie-dye shirts for the event: Go team Tie-Dye!
Me, S. and Mom at the 5k