January 30, 2007 at 10:23am
I had a hard time interrupting myself wishing myself a happy birthday, so I waited until I had something better to say. 
So. Here’s my question…what does "fitness fresh" smell like to you? I got a new deodorant that I noticed today is scented "fitness fresh." I was afraid to smell it because MY "fitness fresh" is the reason I’m needing the deodorant in the first place. That name…not encouraging to me. Luckily, their idea of "fitness fresh" was quite pleasant.
Now that the important stuff is out of the way, I’m afraid I’m going to have to break the rest of this entry into several parts. Not only did I take a trip down to CHA and meet SO MANY fun people (which entry would itself probably take a really long time- I’ll tackle that later), but we found out yesterday that our new baby is a girl and that we can pick her up this weekend! (for those of you who don’t know, this is not a human baby I’m talking about.)
Just found a picture with our puppy getting some snuggles from one of my kids during our most recent visit. PLEASE try to ignore Franklin in this picture. In fact, seeing this picture makes me think again about getting a dog. But Sophie with our new baby is pretty cute.
January 9, 2007 at 11:16am
I think the crappiest thing about growing up is grown-up birthdays.
Gone are the days when you spend the day wearing a crown, proudly pronouncing your birthday to everyone you see. Gone are the days when birthdays mean slumber parties with pizza and junkfood and all your best friends surrounding you, giggling until they pee their pants. Gone are the days with a table full of presents just for you full of delightful surprises.
For some reason, as an adult, you are supposed to kind of keep your birthday a secret. If a friend happens to remember, you act surprised and happy and shame-on-you-for-making-a-big-deal-out-of-it-you’re-embarrassing-me.
One year, after a disappointing grown-up birthday when I didn’t feel special at all, I decided it was my own fault. People forgot my birthday because I let them. No more. There’s no shame in actually having a HAPPY birthday. So today… I’m happy.
Everywhere I go, I tell people it’s my birthday. "Here’s my credit card…it’s my birthday today." "Hello? No, I don’t want to refinance my house…but did you know it’s my birthday today?" And invariably, I get a smile and an enthusiastic "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" It makes other people, even strangers, happy to know it’s your birthday. I can’t in good conscience rob them of that joy.
As a present to myself, I think I’m going to go get my car detailed (it really needs it after our road trip!). There’s something about a super-clean car that is a real treat. And while I’m there, I’ll make sure to let people know that I’m special today.
p.s. Happy birthday also to Shelby Valadez who shares my exact birthday (as well as my daughter’s first and middle names…how weird is that?) and my mom whose birthday is tomorrow!
January 3, 2007 at 4:22pm
We (mostly) spent Christmas break with my family in Utah. Over two weeks with no schedule, nothing set in stone. It was really awesome. We took our time getting there, visiting with friends in Southern California and staying in Las Vegas and seeing the Hoover Dam (that place is nuts!)
Christmas was fun, it was great to hang out with the fam. I didn’t do anything with anyone besides the family. While part of me felt bad for not looking up old friends, part of me was just too lazy to get off the couch and plan something. Though I did run into my old college roommate, Natalie, while I was shopping at Toys R Us. Random, huh?
On the way back, we visited with Dave’s family and met the puppies. I think the puppy fever is evident in the fact that I haven’t really looked at the rest of the trip pictures, but set up an album of the puppy pictures *here.* DANG they’re cute. Especially with my kids holding them.
Here are a few of my favies.
by Shannon Montez
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