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20

Good times

Friday was my birthday and the first thing I did to celebrate turning ~~29 again~~ 36 was head to the doctor’s appointment I had stupidly scheduled a while back. Who doesn’t enjoy climbing on that always-five-pounds-heavier scale and having a blood draw on their special day, right? I guess I should just be glad it wasn’t a pap smear, although I might have preferred that to the lengthy Q&A session we always go through to verify my medication tolerance is on track.

Him: “Any fevers, aches, DIARRHEA?”

Me: “Nope.”

Him: “So no digestive issues, like DIARRHEA?”

Me: “Ah . . . no. All good.”

Him: “Great! Some people experience DIARRHEA, so—”

Me: “OH MY GOD MY POOPS ARE MAJESTICALLY SOLID CAN WE MOVE ON.”

JB took me to the Salish Lodge for dinner, a place where the spectacular view is legitimately trumped by the food. I can’t even begin to describe how good it is, except that it’s worth every single one of the many dollars it costs to eat there. I think my favorite dish is the apple/squash bisque, which is poured over this amazing piece of goat cheese that has been caramelized with one of those crème brûlée torch whatsits and thus every spoonful is a transcendently creamy melted sweet/savory explosion that makes me think of the dancing-flavor animations in Ratatouille.

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Today is another spectacularly gorgeous springlike day and after breakfast I ran the six miles from our house to an enormous new-to-us park where I met JB and the kids, and we spent our morning playing on all the weird equipment and climbing rocks and tromping around in the fields in the glorious sunshine.

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When we got home I opened my presents with the boys and then we all ate a bunch of delicious fattening sugary things. Riley hugged me and said that since it was my birthday I could do whatever I wanted, although he clarified that that did not include eating the cake he had deemed as his, and Dylan repeatedly announced that he would like to “HAVE . . . MO’ . . . CHOCLIT, PEASE?”

Not bad, 36. Not bad at all.

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Sassy

14 years ago

Glad you had a great birthday! I love that place. I haven’t been there in a few years, but need to go back!

Donna

14 years ago

Wow! What a cool day for a birthday….except for the running 6 miles…but then if I could run 6 miles, I guess I’d do it all the time too, just cause I could.
And is it wrong of me to want to play with the boys on that swing, bouncy, whatever it is thing they are sitting on?

Donna

14 years ago

And PS, Happy Birthday, duhhhhh. LOL!

Sarah

14 years ago

Very awesome! Happy Birthday to you!! :)

Kate

14 years ago

Happy Birthday!! Sounds like an awesome weekend.

Kim Hartman

14 years ago

Happy Birthday!

You inspired me. I have been reading your blog for quite some time and with your new love of running, what with the endorphans and all, I decided to get back into the sport that I have let go for about 8 years.

I ran two and a half miles on Saturday afternoon, sun blistering bright and my body feeling really good about my “not sitting onthe couch”.

I stretched prior to and post run.

I got up on Sunday, and OMFG, I could barely walk….today is not much better, I guess I overdid it. :) I DID walk yesterday, no running, it would not have been pretty, but walked another 1.5 miles with kids and dog.

But thanks for the inspiration to get my ass off the couch.

Angie

14 years ago

I can’t believe that you got to spend your birthday at THE GREAT NORTHERN. Awesome!

Redbecca

14 years ago

Does Dylan run around like a loon after Choklit? Mine turns into Speedy Gonzales.
And hey, you just have to age in increments of 5 like I do. I was 29 until I was 34, and then I was 34 until I turned 39, and so on. Works great provided you don’t have too many (or can cover up) the grays!