Happy Birthday to Me

It seems a little self-centered to blog about my birthday. Oh well. I have to write an official rebuttal to Shar's Birthday Blog.

I had a good birthday. The Buxton family made Spaghettaay (top secret recipe, delicious variation of spaghetti) and invited my mom and brother and the Brackenbury family over for dinner. My mom made a fantastic mint chocolate chip ice cream cake. Everything was DELICIOUS! I have great friends and family.

Speaking of friends ... my friend, Shar, has lived far, far away for years now. But she still managed to dig up some old pictures and post them on the Internet to commemorate my birthday. That was a good trip down memory lane and it got me thinking about what has changed and what hasn't over the years. The following will only make sense if you have read Shar's blog:

• I still love football but I don't watch very much of it at all. Especially NFL. Shar, you would be shocked at how little I watch football and how very little I know about who is playing these days. And people who know me now would probably be shocked that I was ever fixated on football.


• I still love Elvis. But only young, fit Elvis, NOT fat, old sweaty Elvis. I mean, I don't LOVE Elvis. I don't have memorabilia around the house or anything. I did sell a couple Elvis knick knacks (that I bought at Graceland years ago) at the garage sale. They've been in a box since I bought them. So please don't send me anything Elvis-related.


• I do love beauty products. I do still get the front of my shirt wet when I wash my face although now I just wash my face shirtless. (scandalous!)


• I still LOVE music. I have an insatiable desire for new music. If you want to make me SUPER happy you can burn me a CD of good music. Oh and itunes giftcards ROCK my world. (But I rarely listen to country anymore)


• Shar says I'm photogenic. I've been told that on several occasions. Here's how I translate that: "You look really good in pictures considering that you aren't that cute in real life."


• BTW- I was on DANCE team in high school, not drill team and Norah was a cheerleader.


• I did make up the Spice Girls costumes! One of my rare creative moments. I think I actually came up with that idea in my sleep.


• Shar brought up my athleticism. Ha. That's funny. I'm so old and out of shape.


• And finally, my handstands. A coworker and I were just talking about that the other day because that was a stress-relieving mechanism that I continued up until several years ago. (I would even do them at work -- out of site from my boss, of course.) I miss those days. That is my goal for the year. I'm going to bring that tradition back. In fact, I may go try one before bed. (Tomorrow I might be blogging about my broken arms and cracked skull.) By the way -- that outfit I was wearing, ROCKED. Nothing says "style" like rolled up brown pants and a jungle t-shirt. AWESOME. (It was 1992 people! ... give me a break!)