February 1st

On Feb 1st was my friends Birthday. I'm late in posting, because I took my sweet time. This is the cake I made for her. It was my second cake ever made. I mostly try to stick with ice cream cake because I will eat ice cream cake. The first cake was much worse. If you can imagine that.



Dianna feels the need to make me cake even though I hate cake. I don't eat it, but she does it anyways. Although last year, instead of making me a cake she and JP made me a fantastic cheese ball that was way better than cake. This is a picture of a cake she made for me (I think) on my 19th birthday. She showed up at 6-7am at my house for my birthday. She always makes sure people have their special day.



Side Note: That hand belongs to someone who reads this blog and it's not Dianna's. I want to see if you can remember that you were there too.

Dianna and I have shared many birthdays together. We have been friends for many years. Here is a picture of us at Dianna's 19th birthday. Check out our lovely big hair! I got hit on by a lesbian that night. I didn't even catch on. She kept asking me to dance and I thought she was fun, so I would. Until, my lovely friends came up to me and asked what I was doing dancing with that lesbian.



Dianna and I became close through cheerleading in Grade 9. She never dropped me. I loved her. We coached clinics together and became beyond close. Too close. We were far too comfortable with eachother. There are so many memories and stories. I had a lot of fun going through all my old pics. Many I couldn't put up because if anyone knows Dianna they also know, fear, and respect the physical strenth that she is not afraid to unleash on people. I never hit Dianna. And if I manage to tick her off I generally just try and run or hide behind someone. She is gentle and loving too. Seen here after a long day of coaching in Regina (I think).



It's been a long friendship, and I'm glad we are still friends and able to grow together. We went to Switzerland together for the marathon. She has the same arthritis as Becky and totally blew me away with her ability to run through pain. I suppose she is as stubborn as she is strong. She's managed to have two beautiful kids and married her favorite guy Ken. I'm very happy that we are all able to hang out and still have fun together. She is always there to capture me at my best... (JP was there too and can take some credit in this).



Now, that I've posted this picture I think I should be able to put some up of her. Here it comes. I will be waiting with shoulder pads for the giant fist that is going to plow into me after she sees this. It'll be worth it. Let it begin.....











HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANNIE!
YOU'RE. NUMBER. ONE.