Oh, I lived through my birthday week.  Did I not mention that?  It was a blast, and very full.  And I am tired, very tired.  Still.  If it makes you feel any better about my neglect I have lots of lists written out of things to write about.  No, don’t believe me?  Well, I could take pictures of them (since I’m too lazy to actually type) and post the picture here?  No, still not good enough?  Probably because you realize it would take me a week and a half to post a picture any way.  (I don’t just neglect you!  That suitcase is still sitting in my bedroom like some kind of masochistic obstacle course as I vault out of bed to hit the snooze every morning.  Ok, six times every morning.)

Here’s a picture.  The Atlantic, pretty much my favorite place.

And a bonus picture, me landing from my home planet of AllWeDoIsNap.  You’ve probably never heard of it, but let me tell you, the journey is long and tired making.

Obviously, I’ve started uploading pictures from the Florida trip, so go hang out over there and amuse yourselves.  I’ll be back with pictures from birthday week (If any are suitable to print, that is.) and the many reasons I hate Christmas another day.  Maybe tomorrow.  Maybe not.  Don’t hold your breath, just stare at a pretty castle.

If this doesn’t distract you I don’t know what to do.  I have a couple hundred pictures of gators back here, how bout that?

I’ve been back from Florida a week now.  I haven’t accomplished anything other then drinkin and sleepin.  And I did start one of those things that adults have to do in order to sleep indoors and afford to eat.  That is literally all I’m ever going to say about that here.

Why does vacation mean you have to come home and sleep for a week to recover?  I haven’t even finished unpacking.

What?  I think it’s a nice accessory to the room.

The trip was great.  It was a whirlwind of family, gators, theme parks and beaches.  We jam packed just about every day and my feet paid the price.  Pictures will appear, promise.

For now I need to catch up.  Everything in my life is disordered and chaotic.  Check out what I discovered when I finally cleaned out my purse for the first time in a week and a half, and then multiply that by the bedrooms and the truck and you have an idea what things are looking like right now.  Messy, and a bit like I have a mental disease.

However, it’s birthday week, and the celebration/punishment has begun.  We did family dinner at my favorite restaurant on Friday.  This included a large pink cowboy hat made out of balloons and my grandmother climbing on a saddle.  Saturday night was an impromptu night at a bar near the house.  I don’t remember much of that night except being forced many shots, even though the official birthday celebration isn’t until Friday.  If the way I felt after Saturday night is any indication, I’ll be lucky to live through this week.

I thought I was doing excellent on the Birthday Freak Out Meter* until I cried at the bar Saturday night.  Geez, you cry once a year around your birthday and you start to get a reputation as a drunk crier!  My goals for the rest of the week are:

1.  Don’t cry, pansy.
2.  Do some laundry or clean something, seriously.
3.  Sleep, I’m going to need it for the next goal.
4.  Live through it.  Man, when did I become such a light weight?

*Oh, you didn’t know that every year around my birthday I lose my shit?  Where were you last year?  Compared to last year (Code Red:  Hit the Deck!) I am ACING the Birthday Freak Out Meter!  We are firmly in a greenish-blue area so far, however this is subject to change, quickly, based on the number of shots I am fed.