NEW RELEASES
The mardi gras started a bit late, but it’s in full swing now
They say it’s your birthday! Da na na na Na na. It’s my birthday, too! Yeah!
In case you missed the subtle clue, today is my birthday, and it was lovely. 
I woke up late, opened presents, went out to breakfast, watched olympics coverage and took a nap. Later in the day we met all the family at my Mom-in-law’s house for a swim and a barbecue. There was more presents and cake.
Oh My God. I know it’s ridiculous for a 43 year old woman to be this excited over her birthday, but I don’t know what to tell you. I really, really, really love my birthday an inordinate amount.
Maybe it’s the Leo in me, demanding attention. Perhaps I’m childish. Maybe. I’m sure there are many Freudian things to say about me and my birthday fetish, but I don’t care.
I’m vaguely embarrassed to admit that I am always amazed to realize that businesses are open on my birthday, that it’s not an actual holiday. That makes me sound completely over the top self-absorbed, but I’d like to think that particular foible is limited to my birthday and not how I conduct myself on a regular basis.
Whatever it is, people let me get away with it and I’ll be continuing along until I’m dead.
What do you think of birthdays? Are they to be passed quietly with no mention? Or are you more like me and you announce it to the world? Hey, if you don’t tell anyone then you don’t get any presents. PRESENTS is my motto.
As Amylynn’s mom, I have to say this particular birthday seemed very low key compared to her normal frenzy. We all had a hard time getting her to say what she wanted for Presents, food, etc. It was a great dinner and her gifts were lovely, but not her normal THRILL. What’s up with that? Is my little girl changing, bored with birthdays, getting too old, too occupied with life to get excited over her birthday, What’s UP, Amy?
It’s gotta be the Leo thing. My birthday’s 7/27 and let me tell you, everyone knows it- from my garbage man to the gals who check out my groceries. If I go out for birthday breakfast, I expect a candle in my pancakes. And dinner? The waitress better have balloons and a helluva good voice for the singing that must ensue. Yeah, probably a Leo thing.
You know, I’ve suspected it all along. All the Leos I know are a little over the top.