Kindly disregard the whole pity party post. Look over there, there’s nothing to see here. Lest you think that nearly exactly 24 hours after being told my birthday was CANCELED, I gained perspective and found joy in my heart. Basically that I grew up, I did not. Stop worrying that I found some deep maturity regarding my birthday.
If you are here seeking some fun snark or perhaps some lighthearted humor, then today is not the day to visit. Today would be the day to bring the booze, the bitching, and join my little pity party.
However, there are ground rules (It’s my party, I set the rules). First, the phrase, “it is ONLY a day” is not allowed at ALL. Second, if you don’t understand my pity party, please move along there is nothing to see here. Third, if you are not stroking my hair, telling me how much you love me, and how the cruel the world is (read: trying to put it into perspective for me) — I pretty much don’t want to hear from you either. Hey, folks, its a PITY party, what did you expect food and happy talk? Sorry, I’m fresh out of happy (though I fear I’ve got a whole lot of crazy).
It is a snotty morning in Snarkville. No, I don’t mean in that in the way we say to another human, “You’re being a snot.” I mean that in buy stock in Kimberly-Clarke, I’m on a Kleenex binge. I have no idea what happened, but at somepoint in the last 12 hours the flood gates opened and I have SNOT.
No one else in my house has snot. No one else in my house was taking Nyquil shooters last night. No one. How am I expected to blame the germ covered “others” in my home for my current illness?
Ok, I’m thinking I’m going to have to leave my mother’s club now. I have to say no e-mail has made me this mad in a long, long time. Let’s review for the those who don’t dig through the archives about this club.
On the good side, there is a strong, wonderful band of mostly friendly mothers who (on the most part) work from home or stay at home with their kids. They have playgroups by age, monthly meetings, and a Yahoo group where they can share and ask questions. On the dark side, there are some flashbacks to college sorieties or Stepford Wives feelings in this group and there is this amazing ability for some mothers to use the group to push their agenda.
It is the last of these bads that has pushed me over the edge (you in the back row who is yelling that I sit too close to the edge already so this wasn’t a far leap can go AWAY).
Ahem, folks. We are nearing the middle of Birthday Month now. I highly suggest you start working on your E-cards now. I’ve been getting a few which are highly enjoyable. But I thought I’d spark your fancy with this one I got today.
Remember I’m on the look out for the BEST e-card out there. Get searching.
No, Prince, get off your little high horse. I still have plenty of wishes in my brain to meet my 30 wishes for my 33rd year…just check out today’s wish, k?No, I’m stuck. I sat down this morning to blog and thought, “Wow, I’m still a little spent from yesterday and I’m not sure I have anything to say this morning.” Conquering the blank screen is a HUGE deal for me, so I have to find inspiration somewhere, right? So, please forgive this use of a little meme to keep us all moving.
When I was growing up I often heard from my parents and their friends that “you will never forget where you were when JFK was killed.” For my grandparents generation it was Pearl Harbor. The list goes on and on. It seems that for every generation on this planet there is a historical marker that you will never forget where you were when you heard. At this point, for me it is September 11, 2001.
Yes, folks we are fast approaching mid-month in birthday month. And I have to say I’m loving it thus far. I’m getting the requested e-cards (though folks, *THE* day hasn’t happened yet); my friends seem to have grown to ignore my CONSTANT chatter about the birthday; and I’m looking forward to my grand plan for my birthday day!!
What a day already. Barely noon and it was officially “a day” before 8am. Since on days like this I should be hooked up to an IV of coffee and left alone to wallow in my own thoughts for a while. I bring to you the Saturday bullet point edition of Snarkville.
Well, sort of.
The Queen Mum and I have long been obcessed fascinated with personality tests. I was in high school, on a college tour, with her when we were asked to take the Myers-Brigs for the first time. It was eye opening at the time and we have been seeking tests to learn more about ourselves ever since.
To that end, I suggest that you all take this test then we can talk. It’s ok, I’ll wait.