the Unexpressed Advantage

So yesterday was my birthday which is never something I really look forward to with great anticipation. People have often told me that I can't handle being the center of attention. They're wrong though, It's not that I don't like to be the center of attention, I just don't understand why it can't be every day and not just one paltry day. Just kidding, it's probably actually the former, or something to do with the lack of having control (although Wendy affirmed that the latter was true, ouch! I should keep my mouth shut). In retrospect, I should have enjoyed birthdays more growing up. I had a best friend of exactly the same age, who was born two days before me. We could have had some mad parties, but for some reason we didn't.

Anyway yesterday's wasn't that bad. The day before some friends from a church home group took me out for mexican food, and last night Fun City put together a nice dinner with gifts and everything. Bridge Mix. Andrew made a dessert of fried ice cream, proving that he's basically capable of doing anything involving a recipe and ingredients (c'mon, fried ice cream if that's not an oxymoron I don't know what is. Anyway it was fun. I feel loved. I even bought myself some threadless shirts that Jane and Beth helped me pick out.

Some people love birthdays. My co-work is singing "happy belated birthday" in an ogre like voice over and over again in the workstation next to me. Annie:"http://redcedar.wordpress.org" blogged about all the birthdays in the next month. I'm a little more reserved, but I guess I can't complain.

DK