Birthday
Birthdays go by and I don't even notice anymore. I feel like The Worst Friend Ever. At least to you all. MySpace sometimes mentions that my friends on there have birthdays coming up but I don't really pay attention to it. I hardly make it on MySpace anymore unless I have to, and Livejournal never emails me about birthdays.
Yesterday was mine. I am starting to get to the point where I don't care too much about my birthday. I'm 26 years old and feeling closer to thirty every day. I can't picture myself getting old (disclaimer: by "old", I really mean "older". I'm trying to tread lightly here so I hope nobody gets offended when I throw the number "40" out there. Right now, 40 feels "old", though I think by the time I'm 35, I'll consider myself "old" because of all the aches, pains, and fatigue. So, there.)
The day was an emotional rollercoaster. I had to work, so that was sitting on my mind all day. The boyfriend remembered my french toast wish and even threw in some yummy sausage. His mood was low because of the whole money factor- we were both broke and there wasn't much we could do to celebrate. I tried to bring him out of it but in the end, my mood dropped instead. On my out to work, though, it did a 180 when I checked the mail. Inside was a check for $153 for a refund of a gas deposit that I still don't remember paying. The whole day, i was convinced it was a fluke and that they'd just made a mistake. When I got off work, the boyfriend said he remembered paying the deposit- he says we'd split it 50/50. By then, I'd cashed it and spent a bit of it on myself, convinced the gas company was buying me a birthday present. The boyfriend had written me this really sweet note- one to replace the old one from the old boyfriend, which I think I could get rid of by now. If I could share the note with you, I would. It almost made me cry. I didn't want to look silly, though, so I managed a cool face. I gave him some of the refund and promised more and we were trying to find some fun. A friend said he could work something out for us within the hour, but after 2 hours, nothing came up and we'd gone to Walmart to get the dog a bone (hah, seriously, we got him something to shut him up when he's cooped up in the bedroom. He just paces and whines for us to jump up and entertain him between yard trips). Melissa and Ax were over, though the long wait had sucked up most of the evening. I got a yummy cake from them, plus $40 from my brother- which really suprised me. I'm going to have to remember that when his birthday comes around. You wanted that 1.5 million dollar car, right?
Today I have the day off, though they'll be able to give me my birthday hours that I get for working yesterday. I should have pinned money to my shirt because every time someone asked me how I was, I took advantage of the chance to say it was my birthday. Most of them seemed the type to give money in that sort of occasion.
Ok, well, this has gotten long enough. See ya'll later.
Yesterday was mine. I am starting to get to the point where I don't care too much about my birthday. I'm 26 years old and feeling closer to thirty every day. I can't picture myself getting old (disclaimer: by "old", I really mean "older". I'm trying to tread lightly here so I hope nobody gets offended when I throw the number "40" out there. Right now, 40 feels "old", though I think by the time I'm 35, I'll consider myself "old" because of all the aches, pains, and fatigue. So, there.)
The day was an emotional rollercoaster. I had to work, so that was sitting on my mind all day. The boyfriend remembered my french toast wish and even threw in some yummy sausage. His mood was low because of the whole money factor- we were both broke and there wasn't much we could do to celebrate. I tried to bring him out of it but in the end, my mood dropped instead. On my out to work, though, it did a 180 when I checked the mail. Inside was a check for $153 for a refund of a gas deposit that I still don't remember paying. The whole day, i was convinced it was a fluke and that they'd just made a mistake. When I got off work, the boyfriend said he remembered paying the deposit- he says we'd split it 50/50. By then, I'd cashed it and spent a bit of it on myself, convinced the gas company was buying me a birthday present. The boyfriend had written me this really sweet note- one to replace the old one from the old boyfriend, which I think I could get rid of by now. If I could share the note with you, I would. It almost made me cry. I didn't want to look silly, though, so I managed a cool face. I gave him some of the refund and promised more and we were trying to find some fun. A friend said he could work something out for us within the hour, but after 2 hours, nothing came up and we'd gone to Walmart to get the dog a bone (hah, seriously, we got him something to shut him up when he's cooped up in the bedroom. He just paces and whines for us to jump up and entertain him between yard trips). Melissa and Ax were over, though the long wait had sucked up most of the evening. I got a yummy cake from them, plus $40 from my brother- which really suprised me. I'm going to have to remember that when his birthday comes around. You wanted that 1.5 million dollar car, right?
Today I have the day off, though they'll be able to give me my birthday hours that I get for working yesterday. I should have pinned money to my shirt because every time someone asked me how I was, I took advantage of the chance to say it was my birthday. Most of them seemed the type to give money in that sort of occasion.
Ok, well, this has gotten long enough. See ya'll later.