annieology

It’s mah birthday, it’s mah birthday.  I know there is some sort of “it’s mah birthday” chant, but have gotten so old I cannot remember it.  Chanting that also requires dancing, but alas, I’m so old, I’d probably pull something.

Yes, THIS is the day that God chose to grace the planet with my presence.  Put me here for such a time as this.  Had I been born five hours later, I’d have gotten my childhood wish and my birthstone would have been sapphire as opposed to peridot.  Yet, he knew that peridot would go with my eyes which is super cool.  Five hours made the difference between graduating in the 80s as opposed to the 90s.  Five hours was the difference between the life I have and a whole different one.

Now, the parents on the other hand were expecting a September baby.  Which is why I was born at home, not on purpose, and if my brother’s recollection of events holds true, it was under a bed.  I kinda doubt the recollections of a three year old, but can tell you that my entrance of into the world was an appropriate foreshadowing of my life.  I am a presence to be reckoned with, could pretty much give a crap about how that affects those around me.

Growing up I hated my birthday.  Smack dab in the middle of two horrible weekends.  The last weekend of summer and Labor Day.  My friends were always obligated to spend those weekends with their families, enjoying one last hurrah before the school year.  It pretty much sucked.

So, this past weekend I attempted to undo that wrong.  I had myself a slumber party with my nearest and dearest.  (my apologies to my neighbors) We had way too much fun.   We had the party at a hotel because really, who wants to party in my messy house with many small children?  Nobody, that’s who.  So, hotel it was.

Since I was spending the night, I packed myself an overnight bag.  I don’t know if it was my excitement on getting away for the weekend or my oldish mind, but I forgot ALL of the very important things.  Usually, my biggest fear is forgetting my contacts, contacts supplies or my glasses.  My mind hasn’t caught up with technology and I keep forgetting I can see.  (Thank you LASIK) But I forgot my tooth brush, tooth paste, hair brush.  Oh and floss, I forgot to bring floss.  It’s like I’d never spent the night away anywhere, ever before.

Luckily, I was not the only one.  Another party goer brought three bras and no undies.  So, I hear.

Of course we started with cake  -  then on to the gifts.  Then on to the food.  More cake.  More food.  And fun.  I cannot remember the last time I laughed so hard.  Turns out my friends are funny.  And apparently we were the only guests in the whole place, because not one complaint.  Don’t even say we weren’t partying enough.  We were up and LOUD until 4:30 in the morning.

Do you want to see what my great friends got me?

Yes, my t-shirt design dilemma is solved.  Let me know if you want one.  I’m placing my first order soon.  Let me know what size/color you want.  Specify if you want girl cut.  Colored shirts will be printed white.  White and gray shirts will be colored navy.  Order now!  As long as I can get 20 orders I can sell them for $12 plus s&h.  I can’t get Billy Mays to yell at you but Order now!

Also too, if you didn’t get me anything, you can go be a fan on Facebook.

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