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Typically in August, Killer Nashville is Halloween weekend this year. It has some other new elements as well. While the 500+ participants are attending seminars, meeting with agents, and hobnobbing with other authors, on Saturday there will be a Killer Nashville Book Con with free admission open to the public. Each hour will feature different authors, question and answers sessions and music. It will run from 10 to 5 at the Omni Hotel in Nashville.
So, it you aren’t attending the fabulous conference, consider the KN Book Con. I’m sure it won’t disappoint with best selling author John Gillstrap,Donald Bain & Renee Paley-Bain (Jessica Fletcher and Murder She Wrote), Nashville’s own Edgar Award winner, Steven Womack, and many more. There will be folk musicians, country musicians, a singer-songwriters, celtic/country rock artist among the musicians.
Book Con will be in Broadway H of the Omni Hotel and there will even be a Halloween Room for the kiddies in Broadway G.
To learn more about the conference go to Killer Nashville . It’s not too late to register!
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One last birthday post, then I’m done…I promise.
There was one loose end of my own doing. At Christmas we were still planning a blow-out shin-dig; I sent out save the date cards. Oops! Since we decided to scale back, we had to deal with that.
One of my girlfriends came up with a brilliant idea. A card party. Friends printed cards (from Greg) to everyone on our Christmas list and in my personal address book that said: Kay is turning 60 on March 14th…but got overwhelmed trying to plan a big birthday bash! So…she nixed the formal party and decided to have a CARD PARTY instead! Here’s how to join the Party: Step 1: Turn this card over and share a meaningful experience or escapade you’ve had with the birthday girl and include the approximate year. Photos are welcome. Step 2: Return your card in the enclosed (self-addressed, stamped) envelope by March 1st. That’s it! On her birthday, Kay will have cards and beautiful memories from all her favorite people (that’s YOU) to open and cherish! Help Kay celebrate the first 21,915 days of her life, won’t you?!?
Cards started coming back immediately. I brought in the mail and put them in a bowl in the center of the dining room table with the exception of what my sister sent. It was in an oversized envelope, and it looked like the pages might get bent if not opened immediately. (Yeah, right!). I had to open hers. Otherwise I was good. The unopened cards kept pouring in until the bowl was overflowing. We’d hoped to get back at least the symbolic 60, but got well over 150. But I didn’t open them until between parties on my birthday.
After the Pi Party I had some quiet time while my houseguests were napping. I took all of the envelopes, went to my study and began opening them. Some made me cry. Some made me laugh until I cried. Some made me think of things I’d long forgotten. Some had photos or other mementos. Several said, “Are you kidding, do you really expect me to write my memories on this one card?” and enclosed pages and pages of shared experiences.
The idea was to make a scrapbook from what we received, and that’s still my plan. I actually have everything separated into sections and organized…I just haven’t put it into a book yet. I’ve read the notes many times, and each time I am humbled and grateful for the wonderful people who’ve passed through my life.
If you participated, thank you. If you didn’t and would like to, let me know and I’ll send you “the card.” (That gives me another excuse to postpone the scrapbook).
I can honestly say this was the most memorable birthday ever. The cruise, the Pi Party, the notes, the Pajama party—surrounded by people I love. What could be better? I think I like being 60!
After all that, I usually don’t have birthdays for myself as an adult. I get together with a group of friends every few months and we celebrate birthdays, but that’s about it. But, this year I wanted to have a party.
I wanted something fun and laid-back, yet elegant. Ideally, I would have liked for it to have been at our home, but with a March birthday, the weather was just too iffy. My birthday is one day before the Ides of March, so I must Beware. When I made the guest list, it was too large for inside our house, so if we couldn’t spill into the back yard we’d have to have another venue.
I couldn’t find anything that was close to home that had the feel I wanted. I got frustrated and overwhelmed and, I wasn’t having fun pulling it together. I was stressed. Finally, Hubby and a friend who was helping plan it did an intervention and helped me put it in perspective.
I was ready to call the whole thing off, but I had to do something as some of my sorority sisters had already purchased airline tickets for the weekend. We decided on a smaller pajama party (not a sleep-over) for the girls. I was pretty scattered, so Greg and my friends went to work to pull it off.
The day was a blur. Deliveries. Flowers. Food. Friends coming and going. We had it catered so we didn’t have that to worry about.
When all was said and done we had about a dozen ladies and three husbands who were supposed to disappear, but never did. The ladies came from at least five states and during the party deliveries arrived from another state and another country.
My cake was stunning. Pictures cannot do it justice. It had lights and butterflies on it. The butterflies now grace plants throughout my house. And it tasted great, too!
The mix of friends who came (mostly sorority sisters) was perfect. The number was perfect for mingling and I think everyone talked to everyone. I loved it!
I tried to thank Hubby and those who helped him, but there is no way I could adequately express how much their loving attention to detail meant to me. It was a party I can snack on forever.
Thanks to all of you for making 60 my best birthday yet.
My family didn’t celebrate birthdays; we celebrated birth months. I had to do an in-service on that when Hubby and I married in 2002. Birthdays were, well, just birthdays in his family. They got their favorite cake, but not a lot of hoop-la. Actually, I had to in-service his whole family!
My birthday is in mid-March and always fell during spring break when I was growing up. When I was in elementary school, I thought spring break was because it was my birthday. (No ego issues here!)
I have a friend who was pregnant with twins 25 years or so ago. She got to choose the date to have the girls (within a few days) because it was going to be a C-Section. Of course, and she chose my birthday because she said she couldn’t wait for me to explain the whole Spring Break theory to them.
The actual date of my birthday is March 14 or Pi Day. This year it was 3/14/15 so it really was Pi Day.
On the morning of my birthday, my out of town guests and I hosted a Pi party and invited the ladies of my neighborhood.
Pi Day was birthday party #1 of the day… We invited the ladies to arrive around 9 a.m. We found a computer site that did a count down to the second of 3.141592653…
We passed out mimosas and as the clock hit 9:26:53 on 3/14/15 we toasted Pi Day (and my birthday) followed by yummy food prepared by my friend and writing partner, Jane.
By the way, the next time there will be a ten digit Pi Day will be in a hundred years. I’m glad I didn’t miss mine!
I turned sixty in March. 60! Six! Zero! And it didn’t even bother me (well, not too much).
I had several friends with zero birthdays either this year or last. Most of theirs started with a five, but zero nonetheless. One friend decided all of us with zero birthdays in 2014 or 2015 should do something special. She arranged a group cruise (4 nights) from Tampa to Cozumel (and back). Six of us were able to clear our schedules and go.
The timing couldn’t have been better. It was the first week of March, just as Nashville was hit by its second major ICE storm. I wanted to visit an aunt who also had a zero birthday this year (90) and lives in central Florida, so I flew down a couple of days early. Two others decided from the beginning to travel to Tampa the night before and, when the weather rolled in, two more went down early. We had one hold-out who waited until the day of the cruise to fly to Tampa for our 4 pm departure. Yep! They closed the Nashville airport, and she missed the cruise. We sure did miss her!
The cruise was a blast. We decorated our doors so there would be no doubt we were celebrating our birthdays. One of the girls got us matching shirts for dinner one night. Another night we had matching tiaras. We weren’t the only birthday girls on the ship, but we were the best known.
We decorated our doors to celebrate our zero birthdays — 50 – 3; 60 – 1; 70 – 1 (even though her sign said 75 — oops!)
We had verandah suites
Some of us took a cooking/dancing class called Salsa/Salsa
Great service and great entertainment
Matching shirt night
We returned home on a Tuesday evening, and Hubby flew out that afternoon for a two-day business trip. I called him when I landed to let him know I was back in Nashville, safe and sound and he asked if I was home. I told him I was driving home. He told me to call when I got there. Odd. I’d already checked in, but whatever, we would’ve touched base before going to bed anyway.
I walked in from the garage and realized why Hubby had wanted me to call him when I got home. He had removed ALL of our art from the walls and replaced it with canvasses (12×12, 11×14 and 16×20) he and his new best friends at Walgreens had made.
During the ice storm, he’d plowed through boxes and boxes of photos of me growing up, high school, college, and pre-him. He also scoured old yearbooks and copied things like majorette and dance pictures. He took a few of my favorite girlfriend shots from my study. On some he put one photo per canvass, on others he made a collage. They hung in every room in our home, including the bathrooms. He even found some framed baby pictures, school pictures, etc. and hung them.
My actual birthday was at the end of that week on Saturday, and a girlfriend party had been planned mostly with sorority sisters. They were to start flying in on Thursday, the same day Hubby was to return home.
In my next post, I’ll tell you all about my parties.
On Sept 14, I became a great aunt.
Hubby’s niece gave birth to a 8 lb 15 oz baby girl. I think it took about twelve minutes from the time she crowned. This girl was made to have babies, which knocks me over with a feather. She’s probably a hundred pounds soaking wet, and her husband played first string college football and could still go pro. You’ll see both of them in the pictures I’m going to attach.
They first met when they were kids and he “escorted” her at homecoming in elementary school. She moved across town, and he looked her up years later on Facebook. The rest is history.
The baby is named Blythe, which is my husband’s mom’s maiden name.
Here are some photos for the new family.
It will be fun being a great aunt!