Many Moons, Many Moons

Today is my birthday. I spent the morning helping friends move into their new house. This was actually a very nice way to spend my birthday morning, as it a) got me up at a reasonable hour b) allowed me to see friends, make silly jokes, etc. and c) made me feel like I accomplished something. Sort of reminded me of summertime in high school, when most weeks/(ends) were spent doing some service or another in the city, or Mexico, or Mtn. Meadows Ranch. Good times.

I then came home and logged onto Facebook. I realized I'd chosen not to share my birth date with anyone -- must have been in a fit of anti-Facebook, anti-easy-personal-information rage -- which meant I'd receive no obligatory happy birthday wishes from friends I haven't talked to in years. Between you and me, I kind of wanted those wishes. Hypocrisy of hypocrisies, I know, but I'm just being honest. I then thought of changing my information so my birthday would show, but this would be terribly obvious, what with it being the actual day. And while I may be desperate, I don't want to show I'm desperate. So, I've resorted to the blog, where I can cloak my desperation in a sort of pseudo-honesty by sharing about it. And you think you're an over-analyzer...

Anyway, tonight there'll be a little shindig with a bunch of guys (and Emolyn -- just can't say no to that cute little face) watching a UFC fight (another post on my UFC -conversion later), drinking beer (or scotch, if we should so choose. And I very well may.), and making cynical remarks about pop culture. Should be a hoot.

If you feel compelled to get me a birtday present, you could start by getting me here: (Note: I initially set out to find a picture of Keira Knightley, but when that started to feel too tasteless, I decided on something a little more...palatable:)

Lavendar farm, Hood River, Oregon