Happy Birthday 2009 January 1, 2009

Its an odd thing for me sharing a birthday with the year. I have long taken it for granted, but it occured to me this morning that while I am anticipating my next birthday, the old year is dying out for good. How odd is that? Slightly morbid too.

I’m starting this year out tired hoping thats not a precedent for the whole year. I feel odd- not older, just tired. I’m only 23, but I’ve been such an old lady all my life that I even think of my physical age as just a baby.

We celebrated 2008’s last rights with a ritual movie watching. This year it was Stardust and I have to say it was quite enjoyable. We switched gears just in time to watch Dick Clark start the final countdown. I was amazed at how old he’s gotten, but then again everyone ages even the Hollywood types. My mom called from Washington, then my baby brother texted me from home and finally the older one called from a party with his friends and girlfriend in California. It was so very nice- a wonderful way to start my birthday. We won’t be celebrating today because of the whole still broke from Christmas, all our bills are due on the first, pay day is tomorrow thing, but probably tomorrow or Saturday night instead which is okay. I’ve gotten to the point where birthdays aren’t quite as big a deal as they used to be.

I’m sorry if this is not the happy birthday post you all would expect from me, but its hard to get excited about something when no one else is even when its your own birthday. Yesterday I found out that my MIL thought I would be 25, 2 years older than Jarell, rather than 23, 4 months older than him and not till the 5th. Could explain why she is so often opposed to me and him I guess. No one else really knew when my birthday was because I’m the one that keeps track of all that stuff and makes sure that everyone else knows and remembers to say something. What do you do when you’re the planner in the family? I don’t want to plan it myself because that feels forced and boring, but the other option is to be forgotten. Oh well thats life. At least I don’t have kids yet. I’ll try and come back later with some funny pictures and a  story but for now Spore is my destiny and its calling me.

Lazy days March 21, 2008

I spent the day yesterday doing mostly nothing which was absolutely delightful. We did go baby shoppin for a while with my inlaws but that was alright. I enjoyed petting the furry things while the expectiong parents got the remaining necessities. I did stitch a flower patch to add to my jeans pocket. It gives them a bit of color which is nice. I really don’t have much else to say tho. We’re going to see Cirque Du Soleil this evening which I’m really looking forward to. I’m making both my parents jealous on this trip– blue man group for my dad and cirque du soleil for my mom I’ll have more to tell later I’m sure.

Last day in Missouri for a while March 10, 2008

Well my husband and I will be heading down to Florida for an uncertain amount of time starting tomorrow. My brother-in-law and his wife are having their first baby and my MIL is paying for us to go down there with her and the youngers. It’ll kind of be a honeymoon for my husband and I and our anniversary is on Friday so that will be nice. I was sitting here reading a weight loss tip that I get as a newsletter every day and today’s was about turkey. I read it and I realized that altho the word “gobble” is synonymous with turkeys and eating quickly, that really makes no sense. Turkeys aren’t necessarily voracious eaters and so I wondered why the sound they make would become a word used to describe piggy eating. I could understand “grunted” altho saying someone grunted their food down would take some getting used to. I think tho that I’ll try it. Now for some on topic info. I finished the baby blanket for my sister-in-law. (the one you didn’t know about) And now I’m working on an abstract mother’s angel for her. I’ll put some pics up on this post when I finish it but as its rather last minute, I should really go for now and work on it.
Arivaderci my invisibles,
Melissa