Bleh……
Ate too much mashes potatoes…..

A drunk birthday! Well, at least an evening of drunkenness and music and Chinese food.
I mean I didn’t work drunk or anything. And while I couldn’t legally drive at the moment, I wouldn’t say I’m like DRUNK- just tipsy. Tipsy enough to start dancing- much to Brians delight. He likes it when I dance.
I like it when he dances.
We were dancing at Hannahs the first time he kissed me. So therefore I like dancing.
We’ve been looking at Youtube for an hour watching every dance John Travolta has ever done in a movie and we’ve come to the decision that at our wedding we will have every song he’s ever danced to in a movie played. I mean how groovy would that be? You are all invited, of course, unless you’ve pissed me off in the last year. That only excludes like 5 people. So most of you are golden! And I promise to have good cake.

At some point during the day I am going to get a phone call from “the sperm donor” i.e. he who contributed half of my genetic material. He will start singing “Happy Birthday to Us” and I will cringe and erase the message immediately, because I won’t be answering that particular call. I recognize the number he calls from, but I haven’t added the number to my contact list. I don’t want it there.

In other news, at the top of gmail was the greatest Google ad ever, it read:

I don’t like any musical artist enough to get something tattooed on my body. I just don’t.
I think its weird, kind of. I mean I LIKE music, some musical artists I would honestly cry if they died. But to ink it on my skin? I don’t know…
I do want a tattoo but I lack the money to pay for what I really want, the time to get it done and I’m lazy and haven’t found the person to do it.
So there.
I will be 28 in 2 hours. Weird.

I will be so glad to be moved but oh! How I hate packing.
I’d like to say I did something wonderful and special with my Sunday but all I did was have a bath and pack.
Brian and Emma and I went down to BSU and wondered around for a bit, Brian will be heading back for the Spring Semester. He’s about a full semester away from getting his political science degree… We’ve been talking about both of us going, but I don’t see how I could manage it right now. And it makes more sense for him to finish his- he’s SO close and if he doesn’t finish soon he’ll start to lose credits.
I was jealous, wandering around that campus today. I wish I’d had that chance to go, before I was so immersed in other things. I don’t regret my daughter for a second, but when I go to school I’ll always have other things to worry about. It might have been nice to have dedicated a period of my life to nothing but learning…
shoulda coulda woulda, ya know? Choices choices… I know I had the same opportunities as anyone, but I made the choices that seemed right at the time. Hindsight is 20/20.

Well, I do. BSU anyway- you can have the rest.
And my Boyfriends best friends sister married Ian Johnson, so I like totally kind of know someone famous!
I spent 4 hours watching BSU trounce UofI. It was alright. Now I’m tired cause its late and the wee little alarm clock was up by 7:30 this morning.
I am once again a doggie aunt, Pearl had her puppies today
I think I’m going to go listen to Fergie’s “Clumsy.” I really like that song. It’s a shameful secret- I really like Fergie. Also the Black Eyed Peas.

The office is participating in Rake Up Boise! today, and of course its raining. If there is anything funner than picking up leaves it picking up wet leaves.

I was over at The Writers Almanac and found something I adore. I heart NPR.

Poem: “In November” by Lisel Mueller, from Alive Together: New and Selected Poems. © Louisiana State University Press, 1996. Reprinted with permission.

In November

Outside the house the wind is howling
and the trees are creaking horribly.
This is an old story
with its old beginning,
as I lay me down to sleep.
But when I wake up, sunlight
has taken over the room.
You have already made the coffee
and the radio brings us music
from a confident age. In the paper
bad news is set in distant places.
Whatever was bound to happen
in my story did not happen.
But I know there are rules that cannot be broken.
Perhaps a name was changed.
A small mistake. Perhaps
a woman I do not know
is facing the day with the heavy heart
that, by all rights, should have been mine.

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I will be 28 on Tuesday. When I was 16 all I could think about was how old that was. I thought I’d have 4 kids by now. I thought a lot of things then. I wish I hadn’t wasted my teenage years in love with Brad Owens. What a pathetic waste- I can see now he was a perfectly programed Mormon drone. I wish at 18 I’d known I was pretty. I wish that at 18 I had possessed even a tenth of the confidence and courage I have now. I wish a lot of things. Here I am and I don’t feel old at all. My life is definitely different that what I had planned but infinitely better.

I kinda like her music and stuff, but Celine Dion scares me.