I was born on this day…
… 33 years ago. Yay, me. My goal is to live forever. So far, so good. (Yeah, I know that’s not original, but it cracks me up!) 
I thanked my mom this morning for having me. She said, “It was fun. Well, not the having part so much… but, I was very excited.” Hehe. She pointed out that besides me, she’s the only other person who was there that day who’s still around. Or that she knows is still around for sure. My two grandmothers have passed away; my dad died; her ob-gyn died. She doesn’t know anything about the ob-gyn nurses, so there it is.
I have a cold/sore-throat/cough thingy going on. Everyone I know had other things going on tonight. So, I’m home alone surfing the web and watching my Tivo’d shows. I’m officially postponing the celebrating of my birthday until Friday evening when I will meet various peoples at a bar. I hope at least some of them show up. I hate when no one is able to make it. So sad. Oh well, hope I’m not still sick by then.
It’s my birthday! I want compliments. I love compliments. I don’t always believe them, but they make me all warm and fuzzy anyway. Like that song… “it starts in my toes, I crinkle my nose.” Hey, if I can’t be greedy on my birthday, when can I be?
