This was about the worst birthday of my life. I came down with strep throat for the 1st time ever and i'm just now getting back on my feet. I got it from my son who got strep on his face (didn't know that could happen, but it does, it was all over his nose and his mouth) but you can't deny your 3 year old a kiss, you just aim as far away from the infected areas as you can....i didn't aim far enough away. It's been living hell and i can honestly say i am glad i've never had this before, i thought i was going to die. i think at some points i was moaning and complaining so much Tate wanted to smother me with a pillow. I missed my math class on Saturday, i missed my 1st dead line in my economics class, so i can only hope he'll make an exception to his "i don't except late work" policy.

But my daughter pick out a very nice card, and my husband got me Ninty nine nights for the 360 which i've been wanting, and my son picked out some nice Spongebob Square pants wraping paper which is cute.

My mom didn't call me or anything till Saturday and then she got Tate and informed him that my "present" is the sliver she promised me from my grandma. and I called her back today and she still didn't wish my a happy birthday nor did she ask how i was feeling, she just wanted to know when i was coming over to pick up my stuff (she hates sliver).

My dad emailed me on my birthday, and he already gave me my gift. He called today wondering if i wanted to do something today, i had to turn him down cuz i'm sick but we made plans for next weekend. I was a little annoyed when he told me my fever of 100.8 wasn't anything, cuz i NEVER get a fever, and my normal temp is 96.8 not 98.6, so that was one hell of a fever for me.

I swear on Friday i woke up long enough for Tate to take me to the doctor. I also woke up around 3am and i couldn't get back to sleep cuz of someone's snoring, so i played my new game for a little bit before i passed out again.

So, yeah i've had better birthdays, but it's ok, cuz i'm an adult now.

I know I’m still a year or so away from surgery and my friend is worried that I’ve gotten an "whatever, I’m going to have surgery so i don't really have to try on this supervised diet" mentality......which is kind of true, i won't deny that, but i am going to try and my husband will make sure of that. But either way, if by surgery or by diet i need some goals. So here they are:

1. Like everyone else, i want to cross my legs like a lady
2. I want to want to make love to my husband
3. I want to buy nice cloths in places other then Lane Bryant
4. I want to want to be girly
5. I want to be able to wear heels all day and be comfortable
6. I want to fit in every bathroom stall i go into 
7. I want to be able to sit in an airplane and not have burses when i get off the plane.


Well i guess that is all i can come up with so far....it's a work in progress.

Jenny

I'm going to include something my mother wrote me in an email (she actaully replyed about the surgery thing not two minutes after i bitch about how no one had......grant you i wrote to them on Monday, but whatever)

this is what my mother does;

"I have all the stuff from Mom. If you would like to come help me sort through it, you can take what items you would like (within reason). I haven't opened the boxes yet. I have 6 huge boxes to go through. Let me know when you would like to come out and help me sort and stuff."

now to you there might be nothing out of the ordenary in that. but to the trianed eye you will notice that at 1st she says "if you would like" but then she ends with "let me know when"  which seems like nothing i guess, but i have learned over the years that this really means "come over this weekend and help me"

Just like when she invites us over for dinner it really means "come over and help me cook dinner and then do the dishes for me while i sit there and complain about how you do the dishes wrong."

I don't know, maybe i'm crazy, maybe no one else will notice the general undertone of the message, maybe it's just me.