Birthday excitement

My birthday is two weeks away and I'm already getting excited. I don't know where this comes from. Ever since I was little I'd rush to the mailbox 2 weeks before my birthday to see if any cards had come (of course they hadn't, who sends bday cards 2 weeks early)? I've always had this crazy excitement for my birthday. Putting aside the whole gift thing, I think its because its my day. No one else's, just mine. Everyone is nice to me (not that people aren't normally, but they're extra nice). I don't know. Not to put too fine a point on it, I just love my bday. Even Jack and Mad know I get excited. Jack asked me what I wanted for my birthday, and I told him "I want 100 scrapbook things". He said, "You're crazy." Out of the mouths of babes. Then I told him I just wanted to spend the day with the people I love and he took my face in my hands and kissed me. I guess I should have told him that first.

I was thinking today about how much I hate maintaining things. The house (every week you need to (usually multiple times a week) dust, vacuum, do laundry, dishes, blah, blah, ad infinitum. Then they're the beauty maintenance. Eyebrows, general waxing, hair color. Ugh. The only thing I don't mind maintaining is my friendships. I never moan and groan about writing to people, etc. I'm not much of a phone talker (as my friends who haven't heard my voice in years can attest to), but I'm a corresponder nonetheless. A happy corresponder.

I'm working on a few proposals tonight (stop envying my super hot lifestyle, please). I can't seem to focus on the though, which means I know what I'll be doing tomorrow. I've been a procrastinator my entire life. Nothing is ever done until is MUST BE DONE. School, work, it doesn't matter. The only thing I don't procrastinate with is housework, and that's because I have OCD when it comes to neatness (self diagnosed).

I can't believe we're half way through 2008. Unreal. I can't believe I'm going to be an old hag of 37 next month! THIRTY-SEVEN! (my apologies to all of the old hag 37+ year olds out there...you're all lovely) My mom and I went out to dinner tonight and we were talking about how neither of us feels our age. I feel 26 - 27 max.

In an effort to stay away from those nasty proposals I did some online "shopping" and managed to get my 2 peas wishlist up to about $400, and my other one up to nearly $700. If you don't have a wishlist of any kind, I highly suggest you make one.
You like books/music/movies? amazon.com
Random crap? target.com
Clothes? bluefly.com
Homemade stuff? etsy.com (not sure if they have a wishlist though)

Just try it. Go "shopping". You'll see what the hell I'm always talking about. It's like, "that's so cute! I'll put that in my "cart"! And like I said, I do buy things from my wishlists. I whittle away slowly but surely, going into my lists every so often to edit, etc. Some people garden, some people meditate, I pretend shop. But I think this will be my last entry about wishlists...what the hell do you guys care about my wishlists? I need to stop making this blog a stream of consciousness when I'm writing and maybe put a little more thought into my entries. We'll see how successful I am with that.

It was hotter than hell today and I didn't once think about jumping in my pool. I have no idea why. I'd like to now, just thinking of swimming makes me crave water, but its raining. I love swimming. I'm totally a water sign - I could live in a swimming pool (if it weren't for the unattractive raisin effect). I hope it doesn't rain tomorrow, I'm totally going for a dip. I have a pool for 3 1/2 months a year, I'd better use it. Because the rest of the year I just have to stare at it out of my office window...Buffalo is awesome (Jill that is not an excuse for you not to move out here...you never use that pool of yours).

All right...I'm going to do one proposal now (ha). No really I am (haha). I'm going to try (hee). We'll see what happens.

Night