On Friday the O'Beirneseses left for their overdue family holiday to Bali... The music came on the and dancing around began. This was after I decided to take the automatic for spin as I have never driven an automatic and was in a position where I had to do so in the evening. Didn't want to get stuck did I? But the news reports were talking about bush fires in a place I never heard of (not hard since I don't know the majority of places around here). The two things I was warned about were snakes and bushfires. Well I ended up panicking, long story short, to calm myself down I made some bacon and eggs, clearly a very British (and fat) thing to do! It was tea time so don't judge, oink! Then I spent the evening out before coming back and making sure the bogeyman wasn't anywhere to be seen. Luckily I was alone and content that I was locked in the house. (I had spelt it boogeyman but I can only imagine a guy in flares breaking in to song "don't blame it on the sunshine, don't blame it on the moonlight, blame it on the boogey... man")
My friend made me the Keep Calm which was very sweet :)
The weekend was pretty lazy hanging around the house and doing a few bits and bobs. I also played Santa's Elf and wrapped up the boys christmas presents, I did forget to wear a Christmas hat (but it was pre-birthday) and also no eggnog. Although, I've never had eggnog before and I expect it would curdle in this heat, best not to try it for the first time if that's the case! I also decided to go for a walk along the beach in the sunshine, obviously this time I made sure I was super-suncreamed up before I set foot outside! Nobody wants to look like a tomato on their birthday, unless they're a bit weird and like dressing as tomatoes, I'm sure people like that exist, I just hope it isn't any of you guys? o.O
So on my walk along the beach I decided to dip my feet in the water, just along the shore where the sea was gently coming in, although at one stage it was quickly up around my shins. It should have been a sign! A little further down the beach SPLOOSH! a great big wave came up and whacked me on the backside. Talk about a smack up the bum! I had to swiftly run a bit further in, which, much to my amusement, was all spotted by some very attractive surfers, oh dear hahaha. On my walk back I caught sight of my shadow, holy moly I need to lose some weight, look at that! Fat behind indeed, and check out that head, so tiny. And those fingers... Heh heh.
At midnight it was BIRTHDAY TIME! Aarrrr yeeee. Well, it was birthday 1 of 3 - all will be revealed.
I got up, made some breakfast, sung happy birthday to myself at the top of my lungs, OBVIOUSLY. Then I got showered, got my absolutely awesome swimming costume on and headed down to Augusta for a swim and a change of beautiful scenery. I had no clue where exactly I was heading for, but I had a bug for adventure and just drove through Augusta until I hit a beach, and what a beach! The ocean was beautiful shades of blue and the sand was golden. I've never had a birthday on the beach so this was a brilliant first.
It looked pretty good, so I decided to see if it felt as lovely as it looked and dipped my feet in; the water was warmer than I have been in so far, so back to the car to get my towel and have a swim. After a bit of swimming up and down the shark paranoia set in and I got out to dry off. However, I remembered the rules - gotta get your hair wet! So I sniggered to myself and jumped back in. Sharks can wait, there are rules to abide by here my swift swimming predator friends. A few dunks later (not too many as I'm more of a 'Rich Tea' variety of swimmer [biscuit lovers will get that]) hair sufficiently wet it was back out for a drying off. Luckily, if any sharks happened to be about then, they clearly appreciated the necessity of my actions and stayed away out of respect and admiration, clearly, as I never got bitten! 
I took a "Look, I've got wet hair" selfie and I was clearly quite amused with myself, as you can probably work out from the cheesy grin. It's pretty Wallace and Gromit - We've forgotten the crackers! Nope, I always provide plenty of 'crackers' to any occasion (see what I did there?). So, amused as I was with myself, you can see behind me the dark clouds started rolling over so in true British fashion I gathered my belongs rapidly and jogged to the car in a fit of laughter. It can't be my birthday without some form of bad weather! The rain hit and I think the other people in the car nearby thought I was crazy - I'm British, it's still scorchio for me! So running with a towel and a bag and flip flops and a bottle of water and... is pretty funny in the middle of December! I got back to the car and wiped the sand off my feet. I couldn't work out of my hair was now wet because of the ocean or the rain, and to think, I could have got away without risking my life in the Sharky waters and still got wet hair. 
But all this running and swimming got me tired, exercise on my birthday? Like blaspheming in my book! I need to compensate with a big meal for tea and a slice of cake! Here is a picture of the rain and also of my wet hair from rain/ocean and very amused with the situation! 
I got back in one piece and got myself ready to go out for a nice meal after spending some time dancing around with my new Boyfriend, Bruce-Balloon, who doesn't mind a bit of head banging every now and then and he can certainly shake his booty with the best of them. 
At this point I noticed that Google had also acknowledged my birthday, but what good is virtual cake? Send me a real slice! I'm sure you keep a record of all my details anyway, get the address and mail it to the PO Box, please and thank you. I would like a piece of capital G please. 
So I rocked up on my own to a restaurant in town, bounced inside and proceeded to be sat at a table. It was Korean buffet night so there were quite a few people in there, personally I opted for huge-burger-and-chips-on-my-birthday night; it was massive and I couldn't finish it all. However, do you see that purple drink right there? That alcoholic beverage right there? The one with the green straw, yeah, that one! I ordered my food and went to the bar and the very handsome gentleman asked me what I would like, my response was uncertainty because I wanted something a little bit different for my birthday, so I asked for a recommendation, so he asked me for ID. HA! On my 25th birthday! I've clearly got a good 8 years of ageing in me yet, aaaaaahriiiiiiigggght. I laughed at him and said it was my birthday and would be accept my UK driving licence, he said not usually but since it's your birthday... Oh didn't I feel smug. The earlier flirting had clearly paid off. So that purple drink was drank with much smugness and sniggering to myself, actually, I think the alcohol content went straight to my head! 
When I eventually got home it was time to snuggle up with Bruce and watch a film, and obviously have a glass of wine, and obviously eat what was left of the birthday cake... alright it was a big slice but who cares! I clearly worked it off earlier with that mini jogging session... LIES! Birthday food doesn't count, it's like when you get free food or pinch it off someone else's plate - doesn't count. I watched Iron Man 3 and laughed more to myself. Oooooh, it must be all this laughter making me look 7 years younger :/
Then it was time for birthday number 3! 00:40 (Perth time) I was actually born now, I am 25! (16:40 GMT). So technically today is my birthday, DOUBLE CELEBRATIONS! The neighbour finally got hold of me and has very kindly invited me over for a glass of bubbles later, that will be a nice treat for 2nd birthday. If I were shorter I would declare myself a Hobbit, what with second breakfast and all that, AND, I am currently living in a Shire [No jokes! I am]. By this point I was exhausted, second birthday had a whole day so it was time to go asleep. In the morning I was going to treat myself to a lie in, but nooooo! With the chickens being organised they keep getting out of the coop (I wonder if they like gravy). So when I heard a dog run down the boards at the side of the house and a chicken start squawking I turned in to The Flash. I bolted out of bed and out of the house and ran as fast I could with no real idea of what I would do, but luckily the dog was nowhere to be seen and the chicken was strutting around like a smart-arse. I scooped him back up in to the coop before the other one appeared. You know that thing about not counting your chickens? Well I have to count them! It's necessary, and very good for getting in the Christmas spirit when the 12 days of Christmas tune gets in to your head (even though I start at 7) - 7 chickens sleeping, 6 geese a-laying, FIIIIIVE GOOOOOLD RIIIIIIIIIINGS.
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