quotesDecember 28, 2005 1:15 pm

For me

A poem by my friend Dottie, whom I love. Had to post it, makes me sound great.

YOUR BIRTHDAY SONG:

ROSES ARE RED
VIOLETS ARE BLUE
I LOVE MARTINIS
AND SO DO YOU.

THIS MAKES YOU REALLY AWESOME….
BUT THERE’S SO MUCH MORE…
LIKE YOUR SMASHING GOOD LOOKS,
AND YOURE PERSONALITY’S NOT A BORE!

YOU’RE REALLY REALLY AWESOME,
AND WAY, SUPERDUPER COOL…
I WANT TO BE SO MUCH LIKE YOU,
THAT I LITERALLY DROOL.

OKAY LETS BE HONEST
IM NOT GOOD AT WRITING RHYMES,
BUT I CAN MAKE A GOOD GIN N TONIC,
WITHOUT THE LIMES!

SO I’LL LIFT MY GLASS (when i get home form work)
AND I’LL LIFT IT HIGH….
CAUSE YOU ARE THE ONLY PERSON IN THE WORLD
WHO CAN CLAIM THE TITLE OF “MOST AWESOME” AT 35!

house and home, miscellaneous chatter, news 12:46 pm

It’s my party

I can stay in my jammies if I want to. Happy Birthday to me. 35. Thirty-five. Big 3-5. Five years til 40. Argh. However, I was greeted this morning by my children, breakfast in their sweet little hands, made especially for me. On the menu? Microwaved English muffins, leftover sliced oranges and apples, orange juice, and a paper towel. Scrumptious. I am, indeed, still in my jammies, and plan to stay that way til my manicure/pedicure later today. And then, I’m going to research the price of a few injections of Botox. Blue Boy asked me last week how did I get these lines on my forehead? How. did. I. get…How did I get them? Hmmm, let me think about that about half a second.

My in laws and my niece are here. The house is quite wrecked from dragging the holiday loot back from my folks. We’re out of groceries. The laundry is behind. Children are running around in states of half dress. And mumbling something about being hungry. But. I’m just going to sit here at the laptop, or take a nap. It’s my birthday and that’s what I want to do. Later, I may make a Birthday Martini, in my own honor. Anyone have a favorite recipe?

So. Another year done. More experience. More experience. More wrinkles. Happy Birthday to me. Ack.