My birthday!

Sure, my birthday’s not until September 5, but let’s get a plan in place!

Saturday Sept 6, let’s go play paintball that morning.  And that night, let’s go eat copious amounts of food and rock out some serious karaoke—sake, anyone?!  Ooooo and there better be chocolate cake. 

What do I want for my birthday?? Hmmm.  I think I already have what I want most, but it’s in that rent-to-own stage that I blogged about recently– a little confirmation that things are on the right track would be good in time for my birthday, that everyone’s on the same page, that’s always good for the soul.  As for what your hard earned dollars can buy me because I know so many of you are so uncertain, well, bubble bath is an every day must, truffles dusted with cayenne pepper from the Chocolate Fetish and a bottle of something red: a shiraz, syrah or merlot—you can’t go wrong with those things, and using that list as guidance, well, I’m not as hard to please as people imagine.

Let’s start celebrating me now so we don’t pull a party muscle!

Cake hogging weasels

No one shared birthday cake with me!  You’re all a bunch of cake hogging weasels.  WEASELS!

But now that all these birthdays have finally passed, we can start planning MY birthday, oh yes we can!  Cake! Karaoke! Paintball! (Don’t shoot my cake!)  September 5 is the official date, but please be advised that I will start accepting cake, presents and general adoration from this point forward and that it is completely acceptable to celebrate me every single day.

what’s with all the b’days this week…

…somebody better be sharing cake with me, dammit.

Happy Birthday to Spider John, glad surgery went ok & get back to work already!

Happy Bday to Sinderella who hopefully will not lose her glass slipper after the ball.

Happy Bday to Jason, Hairstylist Extraordinaire—I’m pretty sure it’s tradition to give ME a free haircut for your birthday.

Happy Birthday to the Scootster—you get better with age.

and

Happy Birthday to my little brother, not so little anymore, but you’ll always be my baby bro.  You know I’ll make cake for you!

Roller Skating is the FUN-est thing ever!

Yesterday, we celebrated the 10th bday of one of my friend’s kids with a skating party at Tarwheels.  I made sure it was ok with the birthday girl that I skated, too, not wanting to steal all her birthday thunder with my cool-osity on wheels.

In truth, there wasn’t a whole lot of cool-osity because those ill-fitting skates made the tendonitis in my right foot burn like a mofo, but! It really was fun.  I don’t know what the deal was with the DJ, but he didn’t spin the really good tunes until near the end (“No Parking on the Dance Floor” and “Freakazoid,” anyone?).  Once the hot tunes were cranking, I had flashbacks of being the same age as the birthday girl and skating my heart out with my buddies.  A couple of us elderly parents were on wheels, and it really was pretty hard work, but I had the best time. 

I want a skating party for my birthday!  Let’s do a private party–hope they’ll let us play our own music since all us creaky old parental types were excited about the prospect of some punk tunes and skatemoshing! Hope someone will be on hand to drive us to the Urgent Care!  Since I had no parties as a child, I insist on having them as an adult, so let’s do this in September!

The birthday shindig

But wait…she doesn’t have a code name! This bday diva doesn’t have a code name!  Daisy. We’ll call her Daisy.

We honored our Daisy’s bday by throwing down far too many beverages at Scully’s, and it was damn fun.  When women get together away from home, away from work, the conversations that we have are insane: piercings and pole dancing and general oversharing.  I laughed and grinned so much my face hurt.

The most interesting part of the evening will not be published here, but will instead be tucked away for blackmail purposes, filed away…those of you who seem to think my blog is an intimate tell-all would be surprised to realize how little I actually tell in my little corner of cyberspace, how many secrets will never dance across your computer screen.  It’s in the vault, on lockdown, until it’s needed.

Happy birthday, Miss Daisy…you are so very awesomely cool, glad to count you as one of my posse.