It's Thursday. So sue me.

Hiya!

I know it's Thursday. But I'm not here to write about that. You know, the whole Thankful Thursday thing. WHICH I fully intend to continue...someday...

I've sort of realized lately, my uh, "life" fell apart once I graduated, I think, because I have NO STRUCTURE. No structure does not make for a happy me. I just totally flounder. 

So, we've been working lately on having some more structure.

And when I'm back up and fully functioning I'll blog more. 

So for now, I'm going to stop feel bad about being such a sporadic blogger and just go with the flow.  When I have a moment, and something to say, you'll hear about it. Yes? Fabulous.

AND I kind of want to do something with my Thankful Thursday posts so YES they'll be back.  Eventually. Promise.

Right now I'm focusing on getting better, liking me again, getting back into my groove, structuring life such that I can actually succeed in it, and just...whatever.

Today? TOTALLY my birthday.  Bazing!

It's weird, though. I swear, the past four years, being a mom, it's like, I really couldn't care less about my birthday.  Little Miss' birthday is like, exactly two weeks before mine, and so all the September build-up for birthday is about HER - as it should be, she being a whopping 4 years old now - aaaaaaand coming off of that I'm exhausted and birthdayed-out!  I mean, we did some seriously AWESOME stuff for HER birthday...what are we going to do for mine? Meh!

And it used to be that this kind of non-observance of my birthday would really bother me.  But it so DOESN'T now.

Which has my poor family scratching their heads and worrying that I'm LYING, that my feelings really ARE hurt if they don't hire the entire Barnum & Bailey Bros circus to appear and perform for me on Sept 22nd... and trying to figure out just what the heck we can/should DO for my birthday.

Yes, I used to be a birthday bitch. 

Sorry for the language, but there really IS no other way to describe it.  AND to use a horrible, non-fabulous, terrible cliche... IT IS WHAT IT IS. 

Today, for my birthday:

• I spent most of the day fawning over a sick, ornery, cantankerous version of Little Miss
• I did homework
• I did work work
• I fought with Little Miss about what movie she wanted to watch because she's too out of it to pick a movie for herself but refuses any title I offer
• I lost the battle in the kitchen (for the first time this week - and hey, the day isn't done!)
• I had leftovers for lunch

It truly, has been an unremarkable day. Complete with cancellation of our dinner plans because Little Miss is too sick. SO I'm thinking I'll probably pack it in shortly after Mr. Man gets home from work, read a bit of my book, and then head off to my (new) kickboxing class to get beat up by Senseis G & D for an hour in the ongoing effort to fit back into my fabulous clothes.

And that sounds fabulous to me.

OH, also, I almost forgot. Two FABULOUS pics Mr. Man has shared with me in the last little while that I just LOVE!

1) This one today, sent with: "For you on your birthday"

(from: http://imgur.com/aFvuu - absolutely LOVE it. Kudos, random person who's jpg this is!)

 SO ABSOLUTELY TRUE, you sentimental fool, you. Thanks for the laugh. 


And 
2) The lazy-man's six-pack. 

(from http://i.imgur.com/KmwNL.jpg - I do not know how Mr. Man found it in the first place, but I'm sure if we ask he can retrace his steps.  Apparently reddit was involved.)

Absolute. Brilliance. 


The chest hair and giant pecs aren't hurting either! 


AAAAAND my Mr just walked in the DOOR, so that is that for NOW and I'm OUTTA' here!  HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! 


Ciao