Thanks!
Cheesy right? Only it’s not. Today’s Election Day also happens to be my 35th birthday.
You have no idea how happy this makes me. Two words: PATRIOTIC BONER. I’d weave in a Bill Clinton joke here, but there’s no time to be wasted. I have a ballot to cast and a public bathroom to weep in.
For more musings on my birthday you can read my “That’s What She Said” column for In Utah This Week.
Being 34 feels so much different than 33 did. I feel like I could conquer the world. I woke up, jumped out of bed, made coffee, showered, SHAVED MY LEGS, and brushed my teeth all before 6 AM.
I love that 34 makes me super productive…. 34 is my bitch!
Imagine my surprise when I logged into work and was an hour early. Turns out I forgot to change my alarm clock when the time changed yesterday.
Damn.
I guess turning 34 didn’t magically turn me into Miss Productivity 2009, but instead I’m just as bad with the small details in life as always. Oh well, at least today’s stupid mistake can be celebrated with cake. Cake makes everything better. Even stupidity.
Last week after dinner RLO and I stopped by Williams-Sonoma. That’s what you do when your non-gay BFF fancies himself a gourmet chef.
The KitchenAid hand mixer on display had flour in the bowl. Really, messy flour? You know what happens next, right? Of course I stuck my fingers in the bowl and wiped them on RLO’s dress pants, all while giggling like a six-year-old little girl.
I smiled at him and asked, “Do you hate me now?”
“Not more than usual, Sarah, you do a pretty good job of keeping the hate consistent.”
And that, dear readers, is the recipe to a beautiful friendship: 90% hate, mixed with the occasional 10% mushy feelings.
Today is the 10% mushy, as it’s RLO’s birthday. I may tease him endlessly on this blog, and in real life, but truthfully I adore RLO and am incredibly lucky to have him as a best friend. He’s intelligent, hilarious, handsome and most importantly patient enough to deal with me on a daily basis.
Happy birthday RLO! I hope to make you miserable for another 31 years!
Remember the Metallica birthday tickets? Yeah, the concert rocked… LOUDLY! Read about it in this week’s “That’s What She Said.”
For my birthday this year I told every single one of my friends I didn’t want to celebrate. I made idle threats to anyone who wanted to make a big deal of the day, including my mother. Luckily Summer and RLO didn’t listen to me and insisted we at least have brunch and see a movie. They both knew I’d end up regretting the birthday hermit plan, and I probably would have.
When Summer surprised me with Metallica tickets I nearly broke down in tears. Sad but true. HA, did you catch that? Oh yeah, country girl knows her Metallica songs. I loved the band when I was younger and knowing that she cared enough to make it possible for me to see them was the highlight of my day.
RLO, too, was in a gift giving mode. He gave me two presents, both of which he was morally against:
He hates the thought of me collecting Pyrex, which makes no sense whatsoever. He also detests the fact that I always want things with Splenda rather than sugar, only proving he wants me to live long enough to torture him for years to come. So the fact he put aside his hate and bought me a Pyrex book and my favorite coffee flavoring with Splenda proves he really is a good friend in spite of the fact I’m so horrible to him.
Thanks to everyone who called, emailed, left blog/Twitter comments and sent text messages. I’m genuinely touched over how caring, not just my friends, but complete strangers can be. I’m a lucky lady, and it sort of makes being older not quite so horrible. Thank you!
A vote for Obama, is a birthday present for me!
I had lunch with my mom today to celebrate my birthday tomorrow. Because I came out of her she gets dibs on all birthday celebrations. I can live with that.
This is how I expected the conversation to go:
“Honey you’re the most amazing, perfect, beautiful daughter in the entire world. I’m so incredibly lucky to have you. It’s the reason I believe in God. I asked for the most lovely daughter in heaven and ended up with you. That said, what do you want for your birthday?”
“I want you to vote for Obama on Tuesday.”
“I will happily vote for Obama. It’s the least I could do for your birthday my dear.”
This is how it really went:
“Happy birthday tomorrow! If we lived closer I’d do your laundry.”
It’s not vote for a better presidency, but clean clothes certainly have a place in history too.
Let there be cake, lots and lots of chocolate cake! Here’s the birthday edition of “That’s What She Said.”
I specifically stated yesterday that my birthday is still a month away, yet I came home to a gift. OK, fine, it wasn’t so much a gift as it was an abandoned book in my yard.
For a brief moment I considered taking it inside, wrapping it up and giving it to RLO as a gift, but then I remembered he isn’t actually gay, I just like to pretend he is. The first time I met RLO he was wearing linen pants, that sealed his pseudo homosexuality. For the last three years he’s been trying to tell me straight men wear linen pants all the time, and for the last three years I’ve been humoring him.
The Yuppie strikes again–click here to read this week’s “The Dating Years.”
