I know, at a young 39, I'm probably supposed to stop celebrating. Standing in the rain at the bus stop this morning, we were all so down - lost jobs, sickness, sloppy snow. So, I did it. I announced my birthday at the bus stop. (Everyone left happy - including me.) Remind me why people don't ever tell me its their birthday??
Oh, yes, I'm the type to walk around with a birthday hat on . . . it's MY BIRTHDAY.
C.E.L.E.B.R.A.T.E. with me. Darn it. And, why not?
So, besides throwing a big party for myself on Friday. In which, by the way, none of my friends are allowed to do anything besides grab a bag of chips and a bottle of wine as they run out the door in whatever they are wearing - no PTA agenda, no HOA agenda, no service project, no product to buy, nope. They have been asked to bring a gift ($10).
A GIFT??!! How RUDE!!!
No, no, sillies. We are having a gift exchange. Not gifts for me, please. I demand that you don't. Why? Because I want everyone who comes to this party to think about doing it themselves. Have a party. You see, if you bring a gift for me, then someone might think that THAT is the point. What kind of person would WANT to have a party and have people bring gifts for them? That would be awkward at best, and probably downright rude too.
My party on Friday is everyone's birthday. Get it? We are all celebrating. We will all leave with a thoughtful little something after having done nearly nothing and sitting around with friends all evening. Ha.
That is what I want for my birthday. (Oh, and a big sloppy cake from my kids -- and the sloppy kisses from my whole family to go along with it, and my brother and sister HAVE to sing to me, otherwise I just can't get older, but thats a post in itself.) Okay, I'm a little high maintenance. I'm a big girl now, I can take the truth.
And, since I cannot be with ALL of my friends on my birthday, I thought I would mention a few of them here too.
So a very Happy MY Birthday!!!!! to a couple of my "oldest" bloggy friends . . .
I want to wish Badass Geek a "Happy MY Birthday." Because, without him I might not be blogging anymore. Serious. Not only is he a fabulous writer, but he brings just enough smiles and my occasional fix of modest blushes. (tee hee).
Splodge, yes dear, you too. I still smile to think that you practically yelled at me over e-mail because I had my blog permissions set wrong and you couldn't post a comment. What a wonderful compliment, especially from such an awesome blogger.
Flea, yes, you too. There just aren't that many of us who love fabric as much as we do, and you have opened my door to new bloggy friends.
Indy & OhMommy - It was the glass of cabernet at Indy's home and Ohmommy's "oh, you SHOULD blog" comment that got me started. I can't believe how much I just didn't get it.
And, finally, Brigette - who writes from the heart on topics I just don't have time to research right now, but really should. You get my feathers in a ruffle, and I LOVE that.
To the rest of my very new friends, thanks for joining in!!! I certainly can't mention everybody here (although I am certainly looking like I might, huh?)
Also, it does seem that I have a few lurkers out there. I would love to meet you too, so if you would kindly leave a comment, I would appreciate it!!!
Thanks . . . . Happy birthday to me! Happy birthday to me . . . .
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