Allow myself to introduce...myself...

This is my last day as a woman in her '20s. EEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKK!!! I actually just screamed and I think Bull's now having a coronary. So here are the photos of my surprise party on Sunday. My birthday is tomorrow, July 5, but for some reason, people keep saying happy birthday today on my facebook page...weird...but, I'll take what I can get. Today is actually America's birthday, which means very little to me except that I'm working from 12 to 12 today/tonight and get paid double-time!!! yeah! Happy birthday!
I'm OK with turning 30. I'm OK. I am O.K. Hold on....
Whew...paper bag to the rescue...good for breathing deeply into and then throwing up in...
I think I'm having a hot flash...wait, no...the dog is breathing on my arm...I'm OK...
Tomorrow morning Sam, me and my BFF, Richard, are heading out of town to paddle the Chatanika River. Should be a fun little overnighter. You can't beat camping on a gravel bar in the Midnight Sun, drinking beer and being 30. Hopefully getting mauled by a bear will be less painful than turning, gulp, 30. At least it'll take my mind off it for a while...
I just got a message from a BFF in Whitehorse saying 'Still dirty at 30?' I haven't showered in a few days and spent yesterday planting and digging out the ditch...so, yeah, still dirty...
Stay tuned for Mary's arse...
Peace and Apricots



Me and Eli. I love that kid.



Mushing pals, Amanda, Julie and Todd.
Todd. We're at a party, Ok?



Libby and Paul played happy birthday on the accordians. Awesome!




Always with the stupid faces...




Libby and Owen went glitter-crazy with the signs.



Libby sticking her face in my beaver...cake... The beaver jokes end here. Well, until Saturday when I make a bigger, better, beaver cake...




I saw the sign.



Good friends.



I really can't say what I'm doing. Probably yelling at the kids to either get away from or eat the cake. I went straight for the keg when I got there, so I was probably half-cocked by this point...and pretty much have been since this party...the kegs are still half full and still on ice in the living room...



Let's all give a big round of applause for our guest of honour...Mary's Ass!



I seem to enjoy having my head squished...I guess it's less painful than turning 30.



Blowing out the candles...I wished I wasn't turning 30...


Sam, the tie-dye-wearing, beer-swilling, pied piper...



I'm not sure what provoked this face...surely Owen wasn't making an over-the-hill joke, was he?



Erin and Becky and Ella (in the sling)



Handing out the cake...this piece had the beaver den on it...



Pretty. Pretty Theresa.