ok, so i apologize

to all you facebookers.

because you? have wished me happy birthday. you, who on any given day would have no clue when my birthday was. but with your friendly little facebook reminder and all. you're so on the ball.

thank you.

so let's get it out there.

i am thirty-three.

i know.

seriously.

thirty-three.

today? my dad did what he has done for years. he called to wish me a happy birthday eve. i don't know if i started this tradition or if he did. but it's our little thing. it's quirky. but still. our little thing.

tonight? buz came home and fixed mac 'n' cheese for big h and the goo. and i went on a date with my mom. to dinner. where we got free queso.

she bought me cinnamon bears.

and some flip flops.

and gave me some cold hard CASH.

really, she's a woman after my own heart.

and she's the woman that tells a certain birth story every year on august 20. the one we've all heard and can recite word for word.

(and the same kind of story i will tell every year on my children's birthdays.)

and tomorrow? i'm thinking of living large and taking my kids to a drop-in playcare center for a couple of hours. and then heading off into the sunset.

to either read a book or take a nap.

it doesn't get much edgier or more hip and urban than that.

and then tomorrow night, my freaking awesome babysitter is coming to kick it with the little people. (i.e. feed them, clean them, and put them to bed)

and buz and i are probably going to sit somewhere and look at each other and remember how much we love each other.

and i might wear one of my token two "out" outfits. you know the ones. the ones you see in the store and say, "oh, that would be so cute to wear one night when i go out." mine will most likely include my white jeans (which i most certainly would NEVER wear around goo and her current pen/pencil/marker/crayon fetish) and some "top." notice i said "top." not t-shirt. tops are what you wear when you "go out." or at least that's what the young kids say. and that top might be paired with something other than my red new balance running shoes or flip flops. and perhaps even jewelry.

i know what you're saying to yourself. "whoa. slow down, sister."

and we might get something to eat.

and it's supposed to rain. all day. and be in the eighties. not 107.

let's give Him praise! Amen!

oh, i kid about all of this. but you know what? my life couldn't be richer and i couldn't be more thankful.

there is nothing i would rather do on my birthday than wake up with my 4-year-old's iceberg toes on my legs and a "good morning, mama. i just came in to snuggle."



or head into goo's room to get her out of her crib and hear her say, "hi mama! muh. button off." (muh is the name for pink blankie and the button is on her aquarium.)

and to hold hands with my very, very best friend and gaze into his unbelievably attractive bearded face and count our blessings together.

oh. and you thought goo was sassy?

check this girl out. this girl who knew white sunglasses were in. and so were red handbags.

work it, janet. work it.