I know now why they call it that. I'm mad. Those frick frackers last night effed up my bracket royally. Come on guys, losing by one point in OT?? Couldn't you help me out a little? I mean, I know I've already doomed myself to failure by picking Syracuse to go all the way (it's the uniforms...), but still. A little help so I can make a decent showing?
I must say I'm really enjoying watching the games. I've never been interested in basketball before, but now that I've been watching it, and have people to talk to about it, and have myself in a $5 bracket pool, it's pretty exciting. I find myself talking to the TV like it's football. I like it.
Jumps a beat every time Randy hugs me and tells me he loves me and calls me his "daughter of mine."
I hate that it took me 31 years to find a man that wants to be my dad. But I love it too, because oh good lord how much more I appreciate it.
So on Friday, we had potluck at work for my birthday. I got tons of balloons and other special little things from my friends.
Then Friday night I went to Red Lobster with my favorite person in the whole world. When I was a kid, Red Lobster was the place only rich people went. Yes we were poor, and yes we were country. But it still gave me a special little thrill to put on my fancy high heels and nice outfit and order whatever I wanted offf the menu without checking the prices. I'm totally moving up in the world.
Then last night we went out for my birthday, and soooo many people showed up. I took a million drunk/happy pics and had the exact right amount of drinks, and made out with a co-worker that is 6 months shy of being old enough to drink legally. (Yes that means I'm ten years older than him, for those of us doing the math...)
Usually that would make me feel kinda bad, but I'm kinda okay with it today. It was fun, he was sweet, we are still cool. But really, I promise to NEVER tell another young boy that hits on me that I like my men already grown, because that's like waving a red flag in front of a bull. It makes them want to prove something.
I came back from our AWESOME potluck to find this on my desk. It took me a minute to translate it. Hippo. Birdy. Two Ewe. Happy Birthday To You. Tee hee!
I love all my boys!
I saw these at Fred Meyer's a couple months ago, and wanted them, but couldn't justify $45 for a pair of shoes I'd wear maybe once a year. So yesterday, lo and behold, I picked them up for $17. Tee hee!
It's my birthday. The big THREE-ONE.
I have balloons galore. That's my thing. I love shiny balloons.
We are staging a potluck here at work today with my birthday rules of nothing with onions or cabbage. Tonight is fancy dinner with my favorite person in the world. Tomorrow night is night out with all my friends. I'm a happy and lucky girl.
I stopped by the library today to pick up a couple books that were on hold for me, and I saw this guy. I took a pic because I figured no one would believe me. If I was braver, I would have gotten a closer pic.
He was the tallest black man I've ever seen in person, probably over 6'7". He was wearing knee high biker boots, with tons of chains and buckles, and a knee length fur coat, the collar of which was almost taller than his head. And to top it all off, he had an eye patch.
He was browsing the Librarians' Choice Paperbacks.
