Saturday, September 20, 2008

Happy Birthday Darien

Man, do I have a story to tell you. First, let's have a little background, shall we? A couple of years ago, I went through a phase. Bad medical things would happen to me on holidays. First, one Christmas I woke up with a horribly infected ear. At the time, I had 8 earrings in my ears. A few days before Christmas, my ear had that hot feeling, but that's a really busy time for me, so I ignored it. When I woke up on Christmas, my ear was so swollen, it had eaten my earring. You couldn't even see it. I went to the ER and turns out this is quite common. Huh, how 'bout that? Anyway, the Dr. thought it would be cool to see if he could just shove that bad boy out, without numbing me or anything. Yeah, just like giving birth out of your ear. I don't recommend that one. Then, on Martin Luther King, Jr. Day, I got this extreme pain in my leg and had to wear one of those really attractive braces for a bit. No reason for that one. Then, on St. Patrick's Day, I was diagnosed with MS, which I totally blame that mysterious leg pain on. I'm pretty sure this was all within the same year. So, by the time Flag Day rolled around, I was afraid to get out of bed.

Now, fast forward to today and you'll notice a very strange pattern emerging with Darien. Only, it's not holidays, it's just days that are important to her. A few years ago, she was supposed to dance at a festival and the night before, she broke her toe. Then, a month ago, she got hurt {<---clicky if you missed it} just as school started and had to start 10th grade on crutches. Yesterday, the day before her 15th birthday and a big volleyball tournament, she got hurt again. Same as a month ago. Playing volleyball (again), a girl (same girl) landed on her foot (again) and now her ankle has a softball sized lump on it. Oh, different foot, though. But everything else is the same. My poor baby. Oh, and Krista got sick and stayed home from school yesterday. Not relevant to Darien, but pitiful and bad timing all the same.

So, that's my household. And now I don't even feel like bragging about my card. {Click the pic to make it bigger so you can see all the shimmah}. About how I didn't do everything all matchy matchy. The brown paper is cocoa, but the ribbon is chocolate. About how the fairy totally does not match the swirly paper (which I LOVE), and I'm ok with that. This is growth, people. Stand up and cheer. Well, not you Darien, cuz, you know, you can't. Ok, nevermind the cheers, cuz this day is not about me. Or the 22 hours of labor I was in to squeeze that child out. No, no, just go to the comments and wish my baby a Happy Birthday! Thank you.

Stamps: Patricia Birthdaycake (Stamping Bella), swirl from Boxes, Bags & Tags (Papertrey), Ink: Memento Tuxedo Black (Tsukineko), Blush Blossom & Close to Cocoa (SU!), Paper: Papertrey white, Close to Cocoa (SU!), Two Scoops swirl (Basic Grey), Accessories: Chocolate Chip satin ribbon (SU!), brads (Making Memories?), paper piercer, Copics: R00, R20, R30, RV42, E11, E13, E25, G24, W5, Y17, clear spica glitter pen


Anonymous said...

Didn't you also have an MRI on Easter, just for fun? And I remember being on the phone with you from Detroit for 5 of those 22 hours until Shawn got home from work. Anyway, the card -- kinda retro feeling and totally Darien. Darien, Darien, Darien, what can I say?
But ... Happy Birthday! And stay off that foot, girl.
Bestest Mom Ever

Anonymous said...

Well, happy birthday, Darien! I'm sorry about the bad luck. I wish you well. Be sure EVERYONE caters to you, today.
Your Favorite Great-Aunt

And, as for you, totally outdid yourself. I, too, LOVE the swirly paper!!! So, so cool!!!

Your Favorite Aunt

Stephanie said...

OMG, that poor girl. I hope she gets on the mend. You should take a picture of her ankle and blog it. I am a visual girl.

Happy Birthday Darien!

Stephanie said...

and I love the card and did I say my fav color is brown. ;)


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