March Birthdays

Shernitra's birthday is today. Love that girl. It turned out that my day was open after 11:30, so we went out for lunch. Salsa. Yum. It's been a long time since I've been. I shamelessly asked the waiter if they gave free desserts for birthdays, but they didn't. He came back with spinach/cheese dip, on the house. We were happy.

Then I drove to the nail salon. Didn't tell her where we were going. She was surprised. She got a mani and I got a pedi. I was so overdue. We sat in the great big massaging chairs until our nails dried and left feeling so relaxed and happy. She's so very sweet - don't know how I'd survive without her.

Speaking of people who make me happy, and March birthdays, several come to mind. Mother was born on the 15th. She'd be 76 years old this year. Same as Elvis. I think I'll try to have a little family celebration in her honor.

My girl Jo's birthday is on the 17th. Yup. St. Paddy's Day. I've already given her two early b-day gifts. Kitchen and bath towels with shamrocks on them. She probably has a million Irish themed gifts and hates them, but she's too sweet to say. I have a couple other things (without shamrocks, and not even green), so we'll have a little celebration next week.

I have a new friend with a birthday on the 19th and my baby-daddy's is on the 21st. We get along so well. Much better now that we're not married. I have the utmost respect for him and he's a great person. We're just not great together. We're both much happier now.

July is also rife with natal days. Kiddo's on the 17th, Daddio's on the 19th, and mine on the 31st. All three of our ages will end in zero. We're 30 years apart. Cool, huh? Might try to have a big party for The D.

Speaking of my birthday, which I will be doing frequently between now and July 31st, President Obama will celebrate his four days after mine. We were born in the same year. So that means the president is younger than me. When I first realized that, it made me feel old. At least I'll be in good company with my Semicentennial! When I mentioned to my new (argumentative) friend that I couldn't be president because I was born in Japan (The D was stationed there at the time), and mentioned the controversy over our Prez's birthplace, he called me a "Birther." I hadn't heard that term. He's a left-winger and I'm a don't-give-a-shitter. Needless to say, being called a Birther isn't a compliment. At least by a liberal. Even though I don't care much about politics, I do vote, and if I had to describe my views, I'd say I'm a fiscal conservative and a social moderate. Maybe even liberal. But I'm all over the place. I don't stick to party lines. I couldn't resist telling dude I'd voted R in the last prez election and he asked me why. I said I liked Sarah Palin's hair. Truthfully, I hated it at first, but the party stylist polished her up, and who doesn't love a makeover?

Ok, here I go meandering when I should be working. Might take Daddy and Kiddo to dinner tonight. It's supposed to rain. I could really go for a nap. Over and out...