Folks, I was wrong. Thanks for your wishes but it is NOT my birthday. It is officially ONE YEAR TILL THE 2010 OLYMPICS! ™ Day and I can suck it.
Now I know how those kids who are born on Christmas feel. First I had to share my birthday with Abraham Lincoln and Charles Darwin. Now it’s all “ooh where’s the torch? what does it look like?” Really? It’s a torch, people. It’s a big fucking candle. You know, like the one on my BIRTHDAY CAKE.
On the bright side, now that my birthday is canceled, I think I get to stay 35 forever!
(Or do I get to stay 34? I would have turned 35 today, if it had been my birthday. I don’t know. I’m sick. Leave me alone.)
I got the best present ever. I got Saint Aardvark to stay home sick with me. Well, he is sick. As am I. And it takes two sick adults to wrangle our boisterous, healthy children. So we snorfled and eye-watered and whined together.
I got the second best present ever, too. My awesome mother-in-law knit me socks. They are wool, which means I can try to cure my common cold with the following method:
- soak feet in hot water
- soak cotton socks in cold water and put on feet
- put wool socks over cotton socks
- go to bed.
I’ll let you know how it turns out. I actually googled this remedy on purpose because I saw it on tv months ago, on the cable show “Urban Rush.” But I couldn’t remember what order the socks went in and which ones should be cooled or heated. Thank goodness for the Internet!
There is not much more to say about today.
Except here is what I looked like today, 35 years after the exact moment of my birth, which just happens to be the same moment exactly one year before Gordo or the Queen or whatever says, I pronounce these Games OPEN!
It’s our time to shine. I need to shine! Can I get a 2010 makeover or something?
PS: I love all of you people. Thank you for the wishes and greetings and emails and for helping me to focus on consuming my cupcakes. Because of you, there are only three cupcakes left of a possible 16! I am an Olympic Cupcakean!
Tags: 2010 olympics make me snarky, birthday, more about me!, sick (again)
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happy birthday! aquarius huh? apparently that means that you are attractive and progressive while at the same time being eccentric and an elitist. i guess that explains why you put put porter in your cupcakes (which i am so going to do).
hope it was a good one.
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stout damn it, stout! although i think a porter might suffice.
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You are an Olympic cupcakean! Also, I am stalking you. I have wished you happy birthday in as many forums (other than in person or on the phone, I might add) as I possible can today.
I’m sorry to hear that you and the saint are sick. Damn those wee people and their communicable diseases, huh? Feel better and … um … celebrate your birthday again when you are well. This time with beer!
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You know, I knew it was the Olympic countdown thing and I knew it was your birthday, and somehow I never managed to associate the two in my mind.
Because you are a bucketful of awesome and the Olympics are a half-ton, seething imbroglio of pending disaster.
You can see how I wouldn’t associate you with the Olympics.
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Happy one year countdown!
That remedy with the cold sock in the warm sounds like a potentially gruesome experience. Good luck. And let us know how it works out!
Oh and I didn’t ever thank you for Yo Gabba Gabba. BIG BIG hit around these parts. BIG. Ends clingy-ness with just one click. Love it.
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Making ill look amazing! Good for you.
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I think you’d win hands down in the Olympic Mum category, too. Well done on the cupcakes though – that’s a tough competition (though, Phil and I will have to try and give you guys a run for your money in the near future)!
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Apropos of your birthdays, my grandma and grandpa’s birthdays were one day apart.
Go about your business.
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a fine belated happy birthday to you! and a chin-flick to let’s-milk-the-olympics-day.
SA keeping you company on the home front (especially when you’re sick!) is the best gift of all. well, maybe second to the magic wand that makes babies sleepy, but good nonetheless.
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No ma’am, the 2010 Olympics can suck it. While obviously I don’t want anyone hurt but I do hope for mayhem and embarrassment for the douchey VANOC. Bah, I get so cross when I think of how much this craptastic festival is going to cost us reluctant taxpayers who, of course, are not invited nor able to afford any of the events.
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Happy Birthday! You look lovely! I particularly enjoy SA in the background, smiling at you while you took the picture. (At least, I’m assuming that’s SA…)
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I’d say you look pretty fine, regardless of 35, sick and all. The expression matches the tone of the post – “Happy Birthday To Me”. I don’t see the mini snifflers in the shot. Are they napping wonderfully? Or tugging at your legs out of the frame?
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by the way – anyone know anyone from out of town who wants to be gouged for a place to stay and yet won’t wreck my place? we live a block or so from the olympic village and i keep telling jamie people (who i hear exist based on the internet) are making like $400 a night renting out their pads… i could get out of this crap-fest and head to jamaica or something!
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Happy birthday, very late!
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