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It’s Happy Birthday To You Day today.
In honor, (or coincidentally) tomorrow begins the Weekend of Birthdays. My brother (birthday is June 30) and his daughter (birthday is June 26) will be celebrating their birthdays with a cookout tomorrow at lunchtime. My niece will be 1 year old! Hard to believe another year has gone so quickly.
After that party, E and I will head to his mom’s (birthday is June 25) to take her out to dinner for her birthday. We will be going to one of her favorite restaurants, which (yay!) happens to be one of my favorite restaurants, and it’s not a place we visit often. That will be fun. And also the reason I’m skipping the donuts (again!) today.
We will spend the night at E’s mom’s. On our way home Sunday, we will stop at my other brother’s for my middle nephew’s 4th birthday. His birthday is June 30th – same as my other brother. Also scrunched in there is a wedding anniversary for the brother who is celebrating the birthday. So much for having the day to yourself.
I am all for having my birthday be MY day. I always take the day off, try to do something fun, celebrate the milestones (Caribbean cruise w/ friends for my 30th!), and just enjoy being alive. So far I haven’t had to share my day with anyone else. And that’s how I like it. One day during the year that I can be selfish without feeling the guilt.
Here is a picture of the results of my mole-removal surgery on my back. The top spot is the scar from the first mole I had removed almost 2 years ago. The middle one was one of two removed last week. It was obviously a big one. I’m not sure why it’s dark in the middle. I wonder if it is because the mole was so deep she didn’t get it all. I hope she was just unprepared to cut anymore and have to stitch it, and we’ll know more after the test results are back. The bottom one is the spot where the second mole was removed. I go back in two weeks to get two more removed.
Update: I went to donate blood this morning and was turned away because my mole-removal test results aren’t back yet and I MIGHT have cancer. I feel a little like a freak.
They don’t hurt so much. They hurt more with the adhesive bandage on. And, as you can see, I have more to be removed. Four more to be specific. I could have all of them removed for vanity reasons, but most people don’t see my back so I’m not too concerned about that. I’m more concerned about getting off the ones that could be cancerous.
So, for anyone who still thinks tanning beds are great and that sunscreen is for sissies – would you like your skin to look like this? I know you think it won’t happen to you. I know your mom has been tanning for years and she doesn’t have any problems. Every person is different. Even if your moles aren’t cancerous, do you still want a speckled body and nasty sun spots? No. You don’t.
It’s Ok…
To make your own ghetto Café Mocha with a packet of hot cocoa and a cup of coffee. Close enough.
To wish your boss would do your job for a day or two just so they know how stinkin’ hard you work.
That you can’t remember every one of your friends’ wedding anniversaries.
To combine Reece’s Pieces and Dark Chocolate M&Ms for a tasty treat.
To look forward to wearing a cute new summer dress at birthday parties this weekend.
To hope there’s good cake at those same birthday parties.
If your day is totally brighter because your husband sends you an email saying, Did I tell you how hot you looked this morning?
Yesterday, my boss had a meeting with a visitor to our company. When she arrived, I was called to the lobby to escort her to the conference room. While up there, we introduce ourselves and it went something like this…
Me: Melissa *new last name*.
Her: Sue *familiar last name*.
Me: Nice to meet you.
Her: Nice to meet you.
Her: *new last name*? Who is your husband? (because it’s a fact there are no females w/ my new last name unless they are married to someone in the family).
Me: E.
Her: (smiling knowingly) From (small town nearby). (not a question)
Me: Yes.
Her: And you just got married. (again, not a question)
Me. Yes.
Her: (smiling again).
Me: Well, right this way to the conference room. I’ll let *boss’ name* know you’re here.
I tried to cut it off as soon as possible before she could start rubbing her hands together forming a plan in her head ala wicked queen in Snow White. Because the *familiar last name* and the knowing smile = 2+2 and I am a smart cookie and can add that up. This woman was E’s ex’s MOM. From small town, Midwest where everyone knows everything.
So, as you can imagine, it was a little awkward, and typically when I’m in a situation like that I always try and implement the words Rad and Bodacious as many possible times in each sentence to make it even more uncomfortable.
After I got back to my desk, I emailed E with only the subject of Who is Sue *last name*? He responded, Ex’s mother. I said, I thought so. And told him about what happened. He responded, Be glad we don’t live in *small town, Midwest* because then she would know how many days it’s been since we mowed our lawn. I said, She probably already does!
Rad.
