So, I’m sure you are all wondering, after Monday’s post, “what horrible thing occurred this year during Misty’s birthday that ruined the day for her completely?” You were wondering that, right? In fact, you’ve been up nights, tossing and turning, sleepless with worry about it since reading my blog on Monday, right? RIGHT?
Ok, fine. I’m sure you haven’t. That is just silly, really.
But, if you really have been wondering how the ole birthday went, I have compiled a list of good and bad things that occurred on or related to my birthday. The good news is that the list of good far outweighs the list of bad.
The first very awesome things that occurred were related to a few very select and wonderful people that I have been fortunate enough to have in my lives these last few months. They are fellow bloggers. And I consider them very real friends, even though I have only actually met one, and I have never even had a spoken conversation with one of the others. Still, they are awesome and they remembered my birthday and sent me very thoughtful reminders of why I love them so much.
First was this fantastic card from Thoughtsy of Thoughts Appear:
Next we have Johi’s presents. Johi, of Confessions of a Cornfed Girl, sent me some awesome gifts, all creatively and lovingly wrapped:
Then there was the card . . . the envelope was probably the best part:
Yeah, pretty much anyone who refers to me as Brilliant and Enchanting is squarely and eternally in my good graces! Oh, but the card itself . . . brilliant:
Who you calling a ho, ho? Well, then again . . . fine. You got me.
Wanna see the gifts? They are awesomesauce. Prepare yourself . . .
Those things could not be more perfect if they were made specifically for me. And how on earth did she know how much I love NOT camping? It’s like, my favoritest thing. Except for these gifts. Love them. So so much. Thank you, Johi!! You are the best, my SW.
Next we have the package I received from the woman who completes our sister wife trifecta of awesome . . . Jen of Jen e sais quoi.
I don’t know how many times I’ve gotta tell those girls, though . . . I AM NOT A BLOND!! Cute card, though.
This is from her local college, PSU (I think), so I can represent P-town all the way over on the East side.
I told Jen that I DO NOT HAVE A PROBLEM, and then I grabbed my glass of wine and used one of these things to wipe up the excess booze dripping off my chin from drinking from the glass too damn fast.
Love you, Jen. Thanks for the gifts, but much more importantly, thank you for being my friend.
And now onto non-blogging friends . . . first, I went to lunch with a friend of mine from high school, and although the lunch was not technically for my birthday, she did give me a present while there. It is full of awesome:
We used to drive people nuts when they would watch Say Anything with us by quoting Every. Single. Line. Yeah, we were pretty much assholes. We were teenagers, what can I say. But we loved us some John Cusack. I haven’t seen this movie in forever, and according to her it was impossible to find because she had been searching for it for a while, and when she finally came across it in some discount bin somewhere, she bought two. One for herself, and one for the other known Cusack lover in her life. Me. It was really very sweet of her to think of me.
Another friend of mine is actually a friend from work. She used to work with me full time, but left last year to stay home with her kids. She does, however, still come in once a week to work. So, this past week when she came in to work, she brought me a birthday card:
Then . . . she even took me out to lunch for my birthday!! Can you believe it? I have never ever been taken out for my birthday from anyone from work. Although I do consider her an actual friend, and not just a work friend.
And speaking of work . . . I’m sure you all are curious if the work peeps ignored me as they normally do. And the answer to that is . . . no, they did not. I actually got a card!! Granted, it was my friend who remembered and brought in that card to pass around, but it was in fact passed around and signed by almost everyone. A card. From work people. Wow. So, that’s how that feels.
Not just that, but my secretary got me a present. An absolutely beautiful cashmere scarf and an iPad cover. So sweet!
Plus, she told this other very sweet lady that it was my birthday (she isn’t in my office, but works with the company we work with) and she came in to wish me a happy birthday. Then she said she was gonna sing to me, and did I want the long or short version . . . I picked short, of course. She then proceeded to get on her knees and sing to me. So cute.
But wait! There’s more . . . after lunch, my secretary, another colleague and I ran downstairs to get a coffee, and my colleague actually paid for my latte. For my birthday. Can you believe it? Not only that, but I also got a “birthday high five” from the barista, followed by that barista forcing another barista (who was on his lunch break, poor guy) to actually sing Happy Birthday to me. They even made him “put on the hat” whilst singing. It was quite a day. I felt very festive.
Once I was done with work on Friday, there was nothing left to do but pack and get ready to leave for AC the next morning. As I was getting ready to go, blowdrying my hair and such, the hubs comes in and asks if I want coffee. Of course I want coffee!! Have you met me?? So, he proceeds to go downstairs and make coffee and bring me a cup, expertly prepared exactly as I like it. This might be the first time in our 15 years together that he actually brought me a cup of coffee. Well played, sir. Well played.
Nothing much happened in AC, unless you count losing all our freaking money . . . but we did have a couple nice dinners, I got to relax quite a bit, we watched a couple movies (one was just meh, one was hysterical), I got room service for breakfast on my birthday, plus the hubs ran down to the Starbucks in the casino and got me a big ole latte. Oh, and then when I came home, the boys surprised me by making a big banner that said “Happy Birthday” and putting balloons up all over the house. Plus, I got two cakes:
You know you’re jealous. I also got presents:
The hubs bought me this at the casino after I saw it in the gift shop and wanted it. How much of a keeper is he? Problem = it doesn’t work. Yeah, the keeper probably should have looked to see if that little second hand was moving before purchasing. Next time.
Oh, and he also got me this:
Yes, the hubs is a super funny guy. Yep, I get it. I’m mean and cranky. And not a morning person. Ironic t-shirt for the win! Oh, did I mention it’s my birthday and you’re supposed to be nice to me??? Guess he missed that memo.
But then again, he also got me this:
That’s right, bitches . . . IMMA GOING TO BLOGHER!! Can I get a whoop whoop?? Holla.
So, basically, no tragedies, which is really all I can ask for. There were a few things that put a bit of a damper on the birthday, but nothing horrendous, so I call it a win. Oh, what are those things? Ok, fine. Here ya go:
1. My parents’ birthday card:
What is this twee bullshit? I mean, seriously . . . it’s like they have never even met me! “Sing a song, hope a hope, dream a dream?” Gah. Poorly played, ‘rents. Bad form.
2. A little after midnight on my actual birthday morning, I tried to go to bed. I left the hubs downstairs in the casino and headed up to the room. Three and a half hours later I was texting him asking him to bring me up some Tums. I absolutely could not sleep (the bed was not comfortable at all!) and I had such a bad case of heartburn, I thought I was pregnant again. I eventually drifted off a little before 5, only to have to get up around 8:30 so we could get ready to leave that day. So, basically, the entire day I felt kind of hung over from the lack of sleep and was in a sort of delirium the whole day. Thank god for that night when I got to sleep in my own heavenly bed!
3. The hubs took every opportunity during the day of my birth to remind me that I was old . . . “I never thought I’d be married to a thirty-seven year old! ”(What, you thought you would have killed me off by now?), “I just think of it like I’m married to an 18 and 19 year old combined,” “. . . in your younger days” (yes, he actually uttered this phrase on my birthday), and at one point we heard that Hungry Eyes song and he remarked, “you have hungry thighs” (yep, old and fat, now), and his parting shot: “So, do you feel any wiser?” I would have killed him if I had the energy, but I was exhausted so I just ignored him for the most part. I’m keeping a tally though, don’t think I’m not. Bastard.
Ok, enough of all that. I think this might just be the longest post in blogging history. But there’s more folks. This is for you, though!! Well, one of you anyway . . .
THE MISTY’S LAWS GIVEAWAY!!!
Yep, the chocolate bar that I promised I was giving away all those many weeks ago. Well, this is the day. I have devised a totally fair and accurate way of picking the winner. Drawing a name from a hat. And lest you think this isn’t a scientifically sound way to determine said winner, I brought in the big guns. My son:
See? Completely valid. You wouldn’t question the veracity of a 6 year old, would you? For shame!
Anyway, without further ado . . . the winner is:
Oh Mandiiiiii, well you came and you rhymed without taking, and I sent you some candy, Oh oh Mandi!! (yeah, that’s the best I can do, I ain’t no poet!).
So, congrats to Mandi! Please email your address to me so I can send off your chocolate bar. I hope it is muy delicioso, mi amiga.
Didn’t win? Feel dejected? Wonder how you could possibly go on without that amazing candy bar? Well, buck up camper! There is more . . .
Next up . . .
And . . .
That’s right, bitches . . . TWO ITEMS!! I’m a giver, what can I say. Want them? You know the drill:
1. Follow my blog.
2. Like me on Facebook.
3. If you have done those things already, leave a comment if you have never done so (something good, not just “hi, I’m commenting”).
4. If you have done all of those already, do something creative in the comments. Now many of you already did this before in the previous post . . . This time, how about a bedtime story? A story about your favorite or least favorite birthday? You can still rhyme or rap if you wanna. Just do something good and you will get credit. Be creative, peeps!!
I will draw the winner in a couple weeks. I have more to come as well, so stay tuned.
Ok, longest post in the entire world is now officially DONE. Phew!