You Say It's Your Birthday

We got back from our cruise last night, but I really don't feel like writing about that just now. I can't seem to find the cord that connects my camera to the computer and I want to upload the photos first. Plus I've felt like crap on and off all day, so I don't feel compelled to go through an entire week's worth of information just now. My head keeps aching on and off, plus I'm probably still tired from travelling, and vacation being over/the prospect of moving this weekend doesn't really help matters much either. The headache/feeling weird is making it hard to sleep, so I wanted to do something other than just stare off into space.

Tim's birthday was today and mine is tomorrow...Actually, I just looked at the clock and my birthday is today. I am 24. My eighth birthday just popped into my head, the one where I had a hopscotch cake. We got the idea from a magazine and I know it suggested that people throw a fruit loop or cheerio onto the cake to determine which square they got, but I can't remember if we actually did that.

One year my birthday cake completely collapsed, possibly from the weather or maybe the cake pan misbehaved. It must have been my seventh birthday or earlier because we were still in my old house and I was still having family parties. My parents got me an intact cake from the bakery, but throughout the entire party people kept breaking off pieces from the collapsed cake. Homemade cake has always tasted better than bakery cake to me.

know I had a bowling birthday party because I still have the bowling pin at my parent's house, but I really don't remember the specifics. One of my favorite birthdays was a combined party with Rachel where we all went putt-putting and then went back to my house for the rest of the party. Rachel and I did combined parties for a couple of years and they were always fun.

My mom offered to make a cake for me this year (plus Tim would do it in a second if I asked), but I declined since I really don't need to eat an entire cake. I was a little sad just now when I realized that means no fun writing on the top of the birthday cake. Past cakes have included "Happy Birthday Jackass," "Moo Moo" (as in thunder cows), drawings of street gremlins and chicken boob dog, amongst many other fun things. Though I can imagine that this cake would have something to do with Rick Astley in my mom's attempt to further Rick Roll me (as if she hasn't enough already, but more on that later).

I started to do a survey because I'm still awake and had nothing else to do, but I got bored with myself, so I'm going to wake up and it will feel more like my birthday. Hopefully my head will feel more like it's my birthday too.