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mitfordgal
( The Age I Act )
This just isn't fair. *grins*
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mitfordgal( The Age I Act )
This just isn't fair. *grins*
Jan. 12th, 2005
Continuing coverage from yesterday....
Jan. 12th, 2005 01:15 pmAs the day progressed- the sinus headache got worse. *sighs* Ah well, by the time I went to bed it had almost completely subsided, and I'm feeling much better today.
***WARNING: SAPPY CONTENT AHEAD- AVOID IF SUGAR INTOLERANT***
Oh, and for the record, I have the bestest Beau. When I got home from work last night I found that he had put up a sticky note with instructions on how to get my birthday presents. :) See, the Beau had to work last night (4pm to midnight shift) and wasn't able to be home to give them to me himself.
And here I must note- I'm really weird about birthdays. I'm terrible about remembering them for other people- but I want to get better about it, and celebrating others' birthdays. So, if you want me to remember your birthday e-mail me ( thejadecat at gmail) or comment and I'll add you to my calendar. For years I couldn't remember if my mom's birthday was Feb 26 or 27... Or the twins' was it the 27th or 28th or March? And they're family, friends I'm even worse with.
My own birthday has often been combined with Christmas, or celebrated later. As a kid I remember having a party in like March for my birthday. So I'm weird about the fact that I really want my birthday remembered and want it celebrated on that day (or the nearest weekend). It's a guilt-inducer because I want others to celebrate my birthday (simply by saying happy birthday) but I'm really bad about returning the favor.
The Beau has realized how important birthdays are to me, and for the past three years he has gone out of his way to show me how much he loves me by celebrating my birthday in a fairly big way. Last year it was the 'four days of birthday' on the first day he surprised me at work to take me to lunch (a big deal since he lived an hour away), the next day was a card, day after a card and cd, next day a book I'd been wanting. All of his attention makes me feel really special. It's not the material things that show me how much he loves me- it's the thought that has gone into the entire process. Like last night:
I went to my computer desk for prezzie #1 (Buffy Season 5), which had a rhyming note telling me where to find #2 (new cd walkman since my old one no longer understood 'anti-shock absorption' and skipped constantly), which had a note for #3 (silver chain for my numerous pendants and a card that had a note written in it that made me cry).
Making it a game was so very sweet of him, and I loved the prezzies. I'm a lucky lucky girl. There's no way I'm lettin' this guy get away. October, just a little under 10 more months then it's all legal.
***WARNING: SAPPY CONTENT AHEAD- AVOID IF SUGAR INTOLERANT***
Oh, and for the record, I have the bestest Beau. When I got home from work last night I found that he had put up a sticky note with instructions on how to get my birthday presents. :) See, the Beau had to work last night (4pm to midnight shift) and wasn't able to be home to give them to me himself.
And here I must note- I'm really weird about birthdays. I'm terrible about remembering them for other people- but I want to get better about it, and celebrating others' birthdays. So, if you want me to remember your birthday e-mail me ( thejadecat at gmail) or comment and I'll add you to my calendar. For years I couldn't remember if my mom's birthday was Feb 26 or 27... Or the twins' was it the 27th or 28th or March? And they're family, friends I'm even worse with.
My own birthday has often been combined with Christmas, or celebrated later. As a kid I remember having a party in like March for my birthday. So I'm weird about the fact that I really want my birthday remembered and want it celebrated on that day (or the nearest weekend). It's a guilt-inducer because I want others to celebrate my birthday (simply by saying happy birthday) but I'm really bad about returning the favor.
The Beau has realized how important birthdays are to me, and for the past three years he has gone out of his way to show me how much he loves me by celebrating my birthday in a fairly big way. Last year it was the 'four days of birthday' on the first day he surprised me at work to take me to lunch (a big deal since he lived an hour away), the next day was a card, day after a card and cd, next day a book I'd been wanting. All of his attention makes me feel really special. It's not the material things that show me how much he loves me- it's the thought that has gone into the entire process. Like last night:
I went to my computer desk for prezzie #1 (Buffy Season 5), which had a rhyming note telling me where to find #2 (new cd walkman since my old one no longer understood 'anti-shock absorption' and skipped constantly), which had a note for #3 (silver chain for my numerous pendants and a card that had a note written in it that made me cry).
Making it a game was so very sweet of him, and I loved the prezzies. I'm a lucky lucky girl. There's no way I'm lettin' this guy get away. October, just a little under 10 more months then it's all legal.
Worst Song Meme...
Jan. 12th, 2005 10:49 pm(from rhapsody_98 )
Instructions:
Post this list of Blender's 50 Worst Songs of All Time in your journal and bold the songs that you actually like:
( Okay, ya'll KNEW I had terrible taste, right? )
rhapsody_98 )Instructions:
Post this list of Blender's 50 Worst Songs of All Time in your journal and bold the songs that you actually like:
( Okay, ya'll KNEW I had terrible taste, right? )
