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Forty

Thu, 01/06/2011 - 21:00 -- Bee

I wanted to go to a medieval jousting banquet somewhere near Anaheim but the children objected on aesthetic grounds, and Byron claimed to be "allergic."

See? My birthday is always so difficult!

Given the constraints of the guests, my nostalgia for childhood misadventures in California, the fact that I already miss England, and Byron's academic affiliation, the destination was obvious. We collected up my mother and the children from their Disney sojourn and ventured forth to spend the day on the Queen Mary.

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Decade

Fri, 12/31/2010 - 21:00 -- Bee

Ten years ago I had never really ventured past the Rockies, never been to Europe, never traveled alone. I didn't have much money but scraped together enough for a birthday trip to NYC, booking a ticket that connected in half a dozen cities before depositing me in the middle of the night in a shuttered and frozen Long Island airport.

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Pie

Tue, 11/23/2010 - 07:45 -- Bee

The big day is here - strictly family invited this year - drum roll please:

We have achieved pie. And it isn't even 2am yet!

Other fixins are stacked in the fridge preparatory for an early start. 5kg turkey? £54. And a bargain at that! Because, remember, turkey is not a November bird. . . we Americans stranded in Europe this week have to cajole out of season slaughter.

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Awesome

Sun, 10/17/2010 - 21:00 -- Bee

Aubrey is, of course, the embodiment of awesome.

Happy birthday wishes to the young gentleman! Perfect presents for a 14 year old boy? Keyboard, cake, sonic screwdriver, and tickets to see a live production of Yes, Prime Minister. Obviously.

Aubrey at fourteen. Photo courtesy famillionarity:

The Christmas Card By Drucilla Blood

Perhaps I'm being covetous here. I know comparisons are odious. And, quite honestly, I know that this is a transient feeling. Tomorrow I will wake up tough as nails and ready to just be and love and fight and rejoice. And I know I sincerely enjoy living that way. But for now there's something soft in me that just wants to be massaged. That wants ease. That wants to surrender. That just doesn't want to fucking have to be strong.

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