Happy Bday to me

There is nothing like coming home from work, seeing your phone flashing, which indicates you have some messages, listening to them and then hearing your dentist, who doesn't speak English very well, say repeatedly, "Happy Birthday and Happy New Year" to you.

Now, my husband has a dental appointment next week, so at first I thought it was a reminder message for him because for some reason our dentist likes to make her own phone calls and doesn't have a receptionist who does this for her. But then I realized she's now phoning her clients instead of sending the usual postcard in the mail when a client has a birthday (don't all dentists do this???)

This means one of the following (or a combo of them all or some of them):

• She's going green.
• She's adding a personal touch to the normal birthday wishes.
• She wants to confuse people because she's hard to understand.
• She's losing clients like flies and so she is trying everything she possibly can to keep them.
• She just loves me. And only me in particular. And a Happy Birthday to ME.

I'm not sure which one it is, but I really think someone should take her phone privileges away from her. If I didn't love my dental hygienist so much, I probably would switch dentists at some point, but my dental hygienist is like all other women's hairdressers and knows way too much about me and my personal life for me to build this same relationship with someone else.

Happy Birthday to me!

I got three cards this morning, two from the girls (cats) and one from my husband. Mateo will be saying Happy Bday to me all day with plenty of kicks, pushes and swirls. Can life get any better?

Nice Day....

Every single year, it seems, this time of year is full of really bad weather, which puts a huge damper on any birthday plans we could come up with for me -- even though we tend to still go and do something, risking our lives in crazy weather. Since Mateo is living in me this birthday, we decided we weren't doing anything for my birthday because I'd probably just be asleep during most of whatever we planned. And I figured, waaaaaay back when Mateo first turned from 2 cells to 4 cells to an actual embryo, that January would be rainy and ugly as per the norm, so it wouldn't matter anyway that I wouldn't be up to do anything or that we really shouldn't be spending the money.

And then this morning I wake up and look outside, and even though it's cold, it's absolutely beautiful. Now how is that? I told Mateo he owes me a nice, beautiful birthday 20 years from now because I'm going to guess that the next 20 Jan. 2nds will be rainy and ugly.

When I mentioned this to my husband -- how nice the weather is today -- he said sadly, "Yeah, we could have went to Reno...."

Oh well.