So, except that it is stuck in the dead of winter, my birthday is and probably always will be my favorite day of every year. It appeals to the princess in me. Sure, I would love every day where I am the center of attention, but not everyone is on board with this plan. (much to my disappointment) Today is a day I can wear a tiara, a pretty dress and spoil the inner child in me. I have been lobbying for as long as I can remember for this day to be a national, nay, international holiday. The introduction of social networking has at least helped in this regard. I think I have my birthday being celebrated in at least 10 or so countries and in varying time zones.
I should also mention, that my birthday is celebrated for me for as long as possible! It really started a week ago and will no doubt continue through till March 7th, thereby ending the birthday month. For a time, I hated the idea that anyone else should have a birthday in this time. Since then, I have learned to accept that sharing my celebration just makes it that much sweeter. I really am kidding about that last part, but in a small way, not at all : )
For some time I have been doing a birthday countdown of sorts. These days that takes place, for the most part on Facebook. Either people find it humorous or completely annoying. If you know me at all, you know that it is as much a part of what makes me tick as my love of makeup and shoes and boys. Either you get that and get me, or you don't. And if you don't, your loss.
The Countdown started back in high school.There was a practice of people getting balloons from their friends on their birthday. Every year as the big day approached I would gently (or not so gently) nudge my friends a little reminder of the day coming up and my love of balloons. Then, something more sinister began occurring. You see, my best friend at the time, Shina, and I would exchange notes everyday. I spent more time and energy in those notes than any homework or classroom assignment. These notes were episodic and illustrated. Well, sometime around January the 7th every year, a strange phenomena would take place. This phenomena came to be known as the Phantom Balloon. The Phantom Balloon was not penned by me (I swear it) and yet, there it was poking up in my notes to Shina. Phantom Balloon was a balloon who wore a mask that hid one side of his face... much like that Phantom of the Opera fellow.
Yeah, so I am nuts... but it's MY BIRTHDAY!!!
So just a little catch-up
Lots and lots of awesome have been happening and keeping me busy. Just finished the second version of The Corsettes show. It was a sold out and fabulous audience. Left a day later to go visit my pop in Florida and came back home just in time for a party which tired me out so much I slept through most of the super bowl.
The Glorious Cause or Josh Get Me Shoes campaign has lost some steam. But, when there are awesome shoes involved, I may be down, but I am never out!
Some things I promise to write about in the next month or so (I promise)
PigDeath- the new feminism
My Battles with Chronic Illness
A little more Naneenoo back-story
All this and the ever Boycrazed rantings that only I can provide.
Speaking of which, Mr, Olbermann still is my top favorite celebrity "Boyfriend" AND the only one who follows me on twitter! I can't even say how much I miss his show. I still have the last one on my DVR and am loathe to erase it. I hope that he is back on TV very soon.
Today I will spend the day hoping to get a birthday shout-out from him. Silly, I know. Especially since I get so much birthday love already. What can I say, I am a princess, I always want more!
I better get running, my phone is ringing with a relative waiting to sing to me... I LOVE MY BIRTHDAY!!
