Another year older...

...but I don't feel older. But I may be getting a bit... senile.

For example, today, I was attempting to maneuver the truck out of the garage and onto the driveway (which is tricky as there is a big hill that you back into if you back up too far). After backing up, you have to pull foward (and try not to hit the house). This is also tricky, when the truck is in four wheel drive, because the turns are alot wider. However, I managed to do this quite well, and was happily roaring down the driveway when I rememberd that I hadn't kissed my new and wonderful husband good-bye. As this was something that could not be neglected, and very important, I backed up and rolled down the window (he was outside getting firewood). He came over and kissed me and Cody put her great huge paws on the truck's window ledge and waited for her kiss too. After everyone had gotten a proper good-bye, I stepped on the gas and... shot backwards. Apparently, I had forgotten to change gears, and was still in reverse. Nick looks at me with a perfectly straight face and says, "You gotta go forward", in that poncey British accent of his (that I adore).

At least we're married now - I don't have to worry about impressions so much. Ha!

I had an interesting birthday. As I turned twenty-seven on the 27th, it was my "golden birthday", a tradition that our family makes a big deal of but Nick's family never heard of. (For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, a golden birthday is when you turn the same age as the day of your birthday - hence, turning 27 on the 27th.)

Anyway, I had to work, and so I got up early to make a cake. I had bought an angel food cake pan, and Nick thought that was unecessary. He asked why I couldn't just use any other pot in the house as I have about a hundred (he says) as wedding gifts. I tried to explain that you can't bake an angel food cake in a regular pot. He wants to know why, and I can't explain I just know that its just not done. He thinks I'm silly, but he liked eating the cake anyway.

He really thought I was strange when I took the cake out and set it upside down, on top of a glass, to cool. I think he thought I was really losing it - finally going senile in my "old age". I gave him a short baking lesson, but I really don't think that he's going to start baking cakes anytime soon.

Oh well, we had to take off to town becuase I had a doctor's appointment, and then by the time that was over, we had time to go shopping so he could get my gift and then I had to go to work.

Work was thrilling. Halfway through the shift, I started feeling sick, but tried to ignore it - I wanted a romantic evening, darn it!!!

So, after work, I came home, looking forward to a romantic evening with my new husband. I had hinted that it would be cool to have candlelight and soft music playing when I got home, but apparently hints are lost on the poor man. I came home to a house blazing with light (no candles) and "Married with Children" on the telly in the background. Sorry, but Al Bundy ain't romantic, honey. I asked him about the candles. He says he was worried that I might accidentally set the place on fire with the candles about, and grins. Okay, so I'm clumsy, but not that bad.

However, minus the candles and soft music, I frosted the cake and we had cake at midnight and then I opened my gifts from him. Then I dragged him into the living room and turned off "Married with Children", and put some romantic music on and we danced in the moonlit living room. Just us, and it was magical.