In my family, New Year's Eve is the main event during the holiday season!!! Not only do we get to herald in a brand new year, but we also get to celebrate my Mom's birthday!!
Yay!!! Happy Birthday Mom!!
She is the rock in our family, and the very headstrong glue that keeps us all together!
Thank you for all that you do and for being so beautiful inside and out!!
My nephew Bubba turns 9 years old today!! YAY!!!! Here he is sporting the new GI Joe backpack that I gave to him for his birthday: He's a talented young fellow with a knack for playing video games, drawing, and dancing. He's also a terrific athlete and football player. Someday, thanks to the Samoan genes in the family, he may grow to be over 6 feet tall!!!! Can't wait until then!! In the meantime, we all enjoy every precious year that he grows older!!! Happy Birthday Bubba!! -Uncle G.
Continuing with the theme of weird things about me that could possibly point to some psychological conditions - I hate birthdays. Rest assured that it's not my birthday. I wanted to write this on my birthday, but instead I waited some amount of time so that no one would know when it is.
Yeah, that's right. I don't tell people when my birthday is. My family knows, since they were intimately involved in the event we're supposed to celebrate, but very few of my friends know. Kristen bribed me by making me a really cool clay rock for my fish tank, so I told her. The only two friends who called were Nicole and Nick, both of which I would have thought would never call. I've seen Nicole once in the past two years, and Nick has been in Pennsylvania for quite some time.
I don't know exactly what it is about birthdays. I just don't like people making a big deal out of it. I hate getting birthday presents (along with Christmas presents), and I hate it when people wish me a happy birthday. All these family members and Nick and Nicole called, and I ignored all of their calls. I didn't call them back either.