Yes, it’s still my birthday. At least according to me and Anabella, who still wishes me a happy birthday every other day. My birthday is like Festivus, but without the pole.

Anyway, I had my birthday “finale” last Saturday when a bunch of girlfriends joined me for lunch (Mexican food…my fav!), margaritas, and the Sex and the City movie. Of course I made goodie bags…a must for any fabulous party…and KB made the world’s most incredible Ding Dong cake. All I can say is OMG…it was worth every friggin little calorie! The only way the day could have been better is if the movie theater served margaritas.

Oh, and the movie was good too.





So I guess my birthday is over now. Damn.

It’s been a solid 5 days of celebrating my birthday so far, and I have to say it’s nice when it’s all about ME. As you know, I took Wednesday off to do whatever the f*ck I wanted, and just in case you are curious, here is what I decided on:

• spa pedicure and eyebrows done
• sushi lunch with fabulous friend KB
• shoe shopping (four pairs purchased!)
• had my car detailed, while I ate an empanada, drank a beer, and read a newspaper
• met husband for movie and drinks
• stayed up late watching bad TV

• sleeping in on four of the past five days while the hubby got up with the kids (he’s a keeper!)
• a couples’ massage with the hubby, then dinner with friends at Smith & Wollensky

Free birthday dessert at sushi. Not that great, but looked pretty. Until KB burned herself on the sparkler.

I stopped and bought us each the cake we liked most for my b-day. Anabella was very excited.

The awesome sunglasses (my new obsession) that Dan bought me. White, blingy, Dolce & Gabbana’s. Perfect for my everyday attire of sweat pants and t-shirts.

So, it’s my birthday…12:29 CST and in just 1-1/2 hours I will officially be 38. Yippee.

Can you sense the sarcasm? That’s because I have been a bit of a pill lately* (see note at bottom for explanation…boys, you might want to cover your eyes for that part). So to cure my grumpiness, I am taking the day off to do whatever the f*ck I want. I don’t even know what that is yet (I might go shopping, or I might sit somewhere and enjoy some silence, or better yet, I might enjoy some silence AND some cocktails), but whatever I do, I am really looking forward to it.

And I hereby give you permission to take the day off, celebrate my day, and do whatever the f*ck YOU want to do.

You’re welcome.

P.S. Please go wish No Cool Story a happy birthday too! We are birthday sisters…same year and everything!

* I recently quit nursing, so I am back on the “real” pill (instead of the mini) and just finished my first period in 1-1/2 years. To say the hormones have been pumping would be an understatement. And I am sure my husband would be happy to tell you all about it.

Finally! My burning question has been answered. I guess if I had taken the time, I could have researched it myself, but then it wouldn’t have given my friend Nam something to do. Thanks Nam for forwarding the answer to why some of our presidents have huge heads in comparison to the others. (go here for the back story – http://aintitfunny-rhonda.blogspot.com/2008/04/photo-of-week.html)

From the Houston Chronicle…

“..Seven of the statues — George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, Andrew Jackson, Abraham Lincoln, Theodore Roosevelt, Woodrow Wilson and Franklin Roosevelt — are about 4 feet taller than the others because they were, according to a consensus of historians, the best…”
(http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/business/4686544.html)

My favorite part is where the developer says “We can make this the Venice of Houston.” Ummm, ok. I don’t think you can make this the San Antonio Riverwalk of Houston, but good luck with that.

It’s all about my health this week. I started working out again, had a mammogram, and last night I began using those foot pad things you see advertised on TV. (Who knows if they really work, but I guarantee that I am chocked full of toxins, so they certainly can’t hurt.)

Eeeek! WTF? I knew I was toxic, but this is just plain nasty. Hopefully the next pad won’t be so scary.

And this is what they made me wear for my mammogram.

WTF? No, really, WTF? A purple cape?

It’s already a pretty humiliating process, and no one should ever have to see their girls in those positions, so could you just give me a hospital gown or something plain? I didn’t enjoy feeling like a half-naked, grape-flavored super hero/fashion victim.

Today is a crappy day. I took Max to his new home last night and although I know it’s a better situation for everyone, I’m still really bummed out. He is an adorable dog, but it just wasn’t the right time…crawling babies and un-housebroken dogs just don’t mix. And it didn’t help that he was so sweet and cute…

5. Stuff that cleans up other stuff.

4. Things that help me get organized, better myself in some form or fashion, or require me to think outside of my box.

3. Knick knacks. I have a toddler and a baby. Every surface in my house is bare and I am out of cabinet space.

2. Sharp objects. You never know when I might totally lose it.

1. Anything that poops.

My 7th anniversary is coming up next week and I need your help. My husband is one of those guys who has everything. So I decided I should be creative and use the traditional anniversary list. But of course, the seventh anniversary is “wool and copper.” WTF? I have no idea what to get him that would be wool (we live in Houston) or copper (pennies???).

About 500 of you stop by each week, so I know one person has the idea I am looking for! You have until Monday, so think hard and post as many ideas as you like. If I choose your idea, I will send you a $25 gift card.