It's My Birthday...

...and I can complain if I want to. And that is exactly what I plan to do here on my birthday. Where should we start???

1) Today I was reading an article in the New York Times about what professional athletes gave in the wake of Hurricane Katrina. It was so interesting to see the athletes that stepped up to the plate (Warrick Dunn giving $250,000) and who did not. I mean come on, like they don't make so much freaking money that they can't give a little back. The Cincinnati Reds, team and coaches, gave one day's pay to the relief. That is the least these spoiled brats can do. I mean really they drive around in their Esclades but can't give money to people in need...


2) Why seriously do I always have to pick teams that like to let me down to be in love with. I mean look at me. One week away from the end of the season and the Red Sox are screwing me again. I mean really when will they ever learn. Did Babe Ruth not finally die last year? Come on for crying out loud. And then there are the Missouri Tigers...My beloved university has every chance every year to win the Big 12 and do they???? Of course not. I really need to find new teams.

3) Justin's dad blows still...Giving his mom a hard time about money and settling things. I am just happy to see her go to a lawyer to get this all figured out. I mean he just pushes her around and she totally doesn't deserve this. Her first priority should be with her kids and her cancer treatments. Sometimes I want to just wind up and punch him. Don't you think that I at least deserve one punch? I mean come on it's my birthday!

4) I hate that it is my birthday and all my close friends are so far away from me. I mean they of course always remember me (Melanie/Jocelyn), but I wish that just once in awhile we could all go out to dinner and have a drink on my birthday. Maybe next year when we are all rich and famous we can go on some sort of cruise for my birthday. I mean 27 is a big one! (barf)

5) Last but not least I finally moved all of my things back from Chicago and am settled and ready for my job to start on Monday. Well to a certain extent...we are offically moving into our new house in two weeks so my stuff is technically in the basement of Justin's house but at least I am done with Chicago. Done with my stupid, old roommate who would send me ridiculously stupid text messages all the time about moving. She was such a baby and obviously not a good friend. I wonder if I would have been so rude and unpleasant if she was the one wanting to move. Whatever...I don't care!

So those are my complaints. Another year older...on the downward spiral to 30 now, but I look at it this way...I am 26, I haven't died or have any diseases (that I know of) and I have friends, family and a man who loves me. How much better can life get? Ok, maybe a little bit once that paycheck comes in!