Birthday Perk

Since it’s my birthday month and I’m on a tight budget I’m looking for b-day freebies.  I remember as a kid we could get free ice cream at Baskin Robbins if it was our special day (no wonder I’ve got a Lapband).  I was just so lucky today when I picked up my mail.  A post card with an amazing birthday message… FREE STARBUCKS!!!  Yes, the overpriced syrupy goodness can be mine for free.  In it’s tiny print it tells me that I can choose any of their drinks for free just for being born.  Thank you Mom!  You pain equals my caffeine… sounds fair to me.  All you need to get your own free birthday drink is a gift card to register.  I totally forgot about mine until I was cleaning out my purse a few months ago.  Must go find my local Starbucks now.

Happy Birthday Blondie

Hope you have a wonderful birthday weekend.

Don’t let the hippies hurt you!

Birthday Hapenings

Yes, that’s right.  I’m another birthday closer to 30.  No big deal… unless you ask my little sister.  For my big day I received a completely fab…. virus.  Yup, I’m sick on my birthday.  It’s the can’t-hear-wish-my-head-would-just-explode-instead-of-just-sneezing kind of fun.  So after a trip to the casinos with my MIL I decided to stop in one of the totally convenient Minute Clinics.   The nurse I saw was really fun.  I’m not kidding.  She was really energetic and full of good advise.  So after that I went home and crashed in bed. 

The next morning my mom came by and we went shopping.  Where I found these completely comfy scrubs.  They’re based on the show Grey’s Anatomy.  Mind you I’ve never seen the show but let me tell you.  These scrubs are so soft it’s like wearing your favorite pair of pjs all day.  Now add that to working in a super hot sauna (ac is dead… or really close to death) and these are a godsend!

After work today (yes I’m at work today) I’ll be at Button’s house for a birthday game night with friends.  I’m looking forward to it.  Have a good weekend all!

What Could This Mean?

Friday night I crashed early.  We’re talking the sun has barely gone down super early.  I worked an earlier shift and was home by about 4:00 and R followed in the door a few minutes behind me.  We had an early dinner and started a movie.  About twenty minutes from the end I looked up at him and asked if we could go to bed when the movie was over.  After he looked at the time he shook his head and laughed at me.  Telling me that the sun wasn’t down all the way yet so it was too early to go to bed.  I took this information, curled up on the couch with my head in his lap, and proceeded to fall asleep. Yes, I listen well.

Several hours later he wakes me up just to tell me it’s finally time for bed.  YEAH!  Finally in my bed.  New cozy sheets and everything (we’re talking Martha Stewart 500 count cotton sheets baby).  I wake some time after about 9 (no idea how the dogs slept that long) to realize I’ve had a really strange dream.  Maybe someone can help me figure out if it means anything or if I’m just a crazy dreamer.

I clearly remember going through some papers Mom had left out for me.  Sorting through the papers I found something about a copy of my birth certificate.  Only to find that my birthday that I’ve known since I was little wasn’t the same day.  It was almost a month later.  I was in a panic.  I confronted Mom but she didn’t tell me much.  Just that it had to be done.  I wasn’t mad that I had been lied to or that it had been changed but that it made me a different astrological sign.  I was no longer the artistic and spirited Pisces that I’ve embraced so fully.  I was now a hard evidence driven Aries.  Blech!  So not me at all.  So in my dream I decided to keep the day that I had used all of my life as my birthday and hope no one found out about the real day.

Any ideas?  Yes, I know my dreams are pretty off the wall but this one bugged me for some reason.  Oh well.  18 days and counting till my bday but that hasn’t really mattered much now that I’m an “adult”.  Oh well.

Happy Birthday Momma!

I really love my mother,
And it surely makes me proud,
To know I’m one of her pesky kids,
And to sing her praises loud.

My mother has a birthday,
Almost every year.
And on that day she’ll ponder life,
And even shed a tear.

See, Ma don’t like her birthdays;
She says they make her old,
But she’s as sharp as she ever was,
If the truth be told.

My mother showed me lots of things,
About the world, you see,
So then I could teach my pesky kids,
The things my mom taught me.

Thank goodness for you, mom. Where would I be without you?
Happy Birthday!

By Karl Fuchs