Happy Monday and happy birthday week to me! As most of you know, this is my favorite week of the year. Generally, I spend 99.9% of my days and life smiling and loving the world, and during birthday week, that feeling is even more serious than the other 51 weeks of the year.
In my younger years, birthdays always seemed to be a let down. It seemed like, no matter how much planning went into trying to organize a party, it was always a flop. However, in my last few birthdays, we have had a gigantic blast. On my 21st, Julie and I went hard in Oakland. It was at this point that I realized that drinking shots was not/is not my forte. On my 22nd, some friends and I went to the south side. On my 23rd, a lot of my friends made it out for the celebration but unfortunately my boyfriend at the time had yet to come to the realization that shots were not his forte and was removed from the bar after he screamed profanities in my face and pushed and pulled me over and over again. On my 24th all of my Pittsburgh friends met at Nakama where Maranol ordered us a bunch of shots and Jesse quickly knocked them off of the bar, in their entirety.
This year, Andrea is coming to visit me from Ithaca and we have quite the weekend planned with all of my Pittsburgh friends. On Friday we are headed to the winery and on Saturday we will partake in a St. Patricks Day cook out and birthday celebration. I am forever grateful for the friends I have that will be celebrating this birthday with me. I can hardly wait. I love each and everyone of you more than I can ever express through constant "I love you"s and longer-than-average hugs.
For my birthday this year, I do not want any presents. I have everything that I could ever need and more. What I would like, however, are words. This week, comment on my blog link, text me, inbox message me, email me, mail me a note, or send me smoke signals. Let me know about a way that I have impacted your life in any way. It does not need to be posted to the public, some things are better left as personal interactions. Birthdays should be celebrations of life, and I'd like to celebrate my 25 years on earth by knowing that I have made a difference, someway and somehow. If you feel the dire need to purchase something for me; popcorn, hummus and white wine are always safe bets.
Last week my blog hit 17,000 page views and that is absolutely wild. I am so thankful for all of you that take the time out of your busy lives to read my little work of art.
This past week of work was stressful but left the girls and I with a strong sense of accomplishment and success. I am thankful for you girls and I am happy to share last week's positivity with you all.
On Friday, a boy tricked me into helping him find a pair of jeans before trying to hit on me and every 17-year-old girl that works for me. He noticed the tattoo on my ankle and proceeded to remove his shirt in the front room of my store while I was wedged between the slim straights and classic straights. It was a mortifying experience. Looking back, I'm glad that it happened because it was hands down the most outrageous thing that happened all week. After removing his shirt to show me his two tribal tattoos, he asked me if I planned on attending college. I told him that I already had, and then I walked away as he yelled, "Let me guess, you have a boyfriend?"
Some things never change.
I hope that everyone has a fantastic week, get those messages coming.
Happy birthday to me,
Xoxo
