If someone were to bring you a birthday cake, wouldn’t you say thank you?
Not our roommate.
He said that he would of rather had a different flavor.
Don’t effin’ eat it, then.
It was my birthday yesterday.
I turned 31.
*insert overly sarcastic jump for joy here*
I don’t have anything against my birthday, or turning 31 or birthdays in general.
I do get antsy when my birthday rolls around because I know I don’t have money to buy anyone anything for their birthday, so I feel bad if anyone buys me anything.
I’m not going to re-read that sentence. I hope it made sense. For some reason, I had a hard time phrasing it.
Anyway - I went and visited my mom and sister yesterday. We had cheesecake. It was gooooood.
And, past that, the day was pretty average.
I do want to thank everyone again who left me a birthday comment, put something on their own blogs, wrote on my wall on Facebook or emailed me. It was really a wonderful gesture.
I love the ‘little things’. They really make me smile.
Today, Tom’s mom and Trish came over. They brought brownies and ice cream. (Also goooood.)
As for blogging lately, I’ve still got nothin’.
Someone give me a topic to write about or a question to answer, and I’ll see what I can pull off.
Everyone make sure to tell Tom happy ’21st’ birthday!
I do not recall when (or if) my parents set me down and explained to me that I was going to have a sibling. I am fairly certain that, at five years old, I was super excited about it. What little girl wouldn’t want her own real life baby doll to play with?!
I do remember, while in kindergarten, instead of playing with all the other little kids at recess, I would walk around with my kindergarten teacher. I would give her my daily update of my mother’s pregnancy, my thoughts on the subject and my plans for the baby. (I’m sure my teacher was not really excited about the conversation, but as I remember it, she played along well!)
I vaguely remember staying at my grandparents house for a while as my parent and my premature sister dealt with a slew of medical crap that I didn’t comprehend for years to come.
I also remember getting a lovely little necklace from my baby sister after she was born. I think it was a bribe to be nice to her, actually. But, I still treasured that little necklace and wore it as a badge of honor, explaining to anyone who would listen that my brand new baby sister bought it for me! (My older brother got a present too… I have no idea what his gift was!)
I could go on and on about my sister. I could definitely tell you some stories that I’m not sure she’d appreciate me sharing. And, because she is my sister, you can beg and beg for these stories, but they will not appear. I’ll post some memories that she won’t mind me sharing later this week. (That’ll give me time to think of some great ones!)
Anyway - I just wanted the world to know that my sister is 25 years old today! Wish her a Happy Birthday in the comments! Or, if you have a Xanga, go give her some love over there!
Better safe than sorry, right? My memory sucks sometimes. 
Happy Birthday Heather!!!
