If you’d asked me what I was going to post about today say three or eight hours ago, I would’ve likely informed you that I had a colossal rant about about an extended in-law confrontation this morning. However, I’ve decided to take the ‘turn your frown upside down’ route and instead, discuss my upcoming birthday. After all, I refuse to let people with poor attitudes make me less awesome. heh.
Now, it’s only fair to warn you that I get far more excited about my birthday than any person over ten should be allowed. I just can’t help it. My mom always made a big deal out of our birthdays growing up, and it’s definitely always stuck with me. When it was our birthday growing up, it was like a mini-National Holiday in our home. Probably, it’s stuck with me a bit much, because I am forever giving my husband countdowns to the big day.
You see, my birthday is on February 11th. I didn’t allow myself to blog about my birthday until today. I was all, “listen self, lay off your birthday for a while. People get sick of hearing about it.Aside from your mother, you are the only one that cares. And she only cares, because the older you are–the older she realizes she is.” So I held back, with the exception of purchasing the girly graphic holding the birthday cake and nailing that up in January.
Every year, I throw myself a birthday party and invite all my friends over for a birthday dinner and drinks. This year, I’m almost positive I will set up a Bloody Mary Bar. (You can totally come if you live in my proximity and appreciate Bloody Marys, wine, or beer.)
Just so you know, I also put up decoratations. I know. I know. It’s out of hand.
Enough about me, what do you do for your birthday? Are you one of those people who could care less about birthdays? Do you get really excited? Do you buy yourself a gift? Because even I don’t do that–yet.
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Also, I have a little something up my sleeve for the world wide web on my birthday. I’m going to propose the idea tomorrow. Be excited, well be semi-excited, if you get too worked up this will be a major let down. 
PS. Was I the only person waiting for Naomi Campbell to bitch-slap once of those lizards dancing to Thriller during the superbowl commercial? I mean, that’s what she does.
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