It's my *bleep*day . . .

Well . . . today is . . . my birthday. Yes, it is. And please, no need to "birthday" comment. Really. You see, I'm not really a fan of birthdays. Crazy, huh? Me, the HAPPINESS girl, the one who looks for the good in everything, doesn't really like birthdays??? Well, let me clarify - I do like most birthdays. I just don't like my OWN. Hmmmm . . . what's this all about, huh? I guess it's the attention that comes with it - the song being sung - the blowing out of the candles (while everyone looks on, as if they know you'll NEVER be able to blow THOSE MANY CANDLES out in one breath). Maybe it's the whole aging process that has me in denial. So, if I boycott the birthdays ... then I'm still, what? 25?

I don't know when this change happened. I guess I just really believe that this day should be like every other day. Which means, THIS day should be a GREAT day. Not because I was born on this day. But because WE are ALIVE today ... you know? We have to celebrate ALL days. Yesterday, today and tomorrow. We have to laugh, we have to dream, we have to create, we have to enjoy, and we have to celebrate EACH day. So, today, let's just celebrate it for being another day. Right?

So, why did I even mention that it was my birthday? Well, I wasn't going to say anything - but last night Katie made me the funniest card that I had to share. If you read my recent The Strike of 2010 post from earlier this week, you'll understand why this card was just ... funny. If you haven't read that post, the cliff notes are pretty much this: I went on strike from loading the dishwasher, and from doing laundry, because my techniques when doing both tasks (according to my dear husband) leave room for improvement. Apparently my skills in those two duties are ... lacking. Seriously. So, I went on strike. The funny part is that this strike was pretty much only evident to myself and my dear blog friends, because I wrote about it here. So dear PG had no clue about my strike. My oldest and dearest daughter, Katie, was NOT privy to this strike information, either. I have not walked around the house holding a sign, nor have I rented one of those big blow up rats for my yard. None of it. So, according to dear Kate, I'm still participating in those duties. Which is evident by the card she handed me tonight:

Seriously. Funny ... but kind of strange too, don't you think? Katie is intuitive - always has been. But it's almost like she read my post from this week. And as I tucked her into bed for the night and turned to leave her room, she said, "Mommy? This doesn't have anything to do with your birthday present. But, could you tell me - do you really want that purple Glee CD?" "Oh, yes, honey. I really want that CD," I told her. "Oh, well, that's good. Good night, Mommy," she said.

So, today I turn 39. Yep ... 39. Wow. One more year, and I will no longer be considered in this group ...

Do you remember that show? When it came out, I was 16 years old. I remember thinking, "OMG, they are OLD. They have mortgages. They have kids that are running around screaming. They aren't really happy. They seem lost and miserable. That's 30?!?"

Boy oh boy, did I have it all wrong! 30 Something has been pretty awesome . . . and I have another whole year to finish it up!

So my wish for YOU today - make it a great day, nomatter what you do.

I know I will! ; )