No, it’s not my birthday. Mine was in May. But today is Jared’s birthday. Sadly, he has to work today, but that just means Mom and I have more time to run around and get things ready for our tiny celebration tonight.
But here’s some cheers and confetti for Jared to see later and roll his eyes at me over. Happy birthday, sweetie! <3
So yesterday I posted my worries about Kika. What happened after I posted that was I talked to the vets again, only to find out that Kika still hadn’t eaten since we took her in Monday morning. Somehow I thought she’d started eating again during her stay there. But during the talk, the vet assistant said the vet would be available to talk after 2pm once all the morning cases were done with and the general morning crazies were all over. I poked Jared, we talked, and at 2pm, he and I left to head into town to talk to the vet.
The vet came out to talk to Jared and I, and instead of the bad news I’d halfway been fearing, she said between the time I’d called and just then, Kika had started eating. Not a lot, but more than a mouthful. Her temp had gone back down to normal, and the bite on her leg was almost invisible. She said that we could take Kika home today if we wanted, or we could leave her there overnight just to make sure everything was okay. Since we both had a feeling that once Kika got home, Pixie would be all over her, we decided to give her one more day of rest and recovery (and hopefully eating more) at the vets.
Then the vet asked us if we’d like to see Kika. I couldn’t say yes fast enough.
We went into an exam room and the vet brought Kika out to us. Kika is normally a struggler, not wanting to be held, but as soon as she landed on our laps, she was purring up a storm and more than happy to get all the petting she could. We stayed with her for 10 minutes or so, then told the vet techs we were ready to leave. They took Kika back to the back and we told the vets we’d be back the next day to get her. They said she’d be ready and happy to leave whenever we were ready. So hopefully later today, we’ll be picking the little twerp up, provided nothing has gone wrong in the meantime. It better not or someone’s having her catnip mousie taken away.
After that, the day was all downhill. A trip to the bank, a trip to the yarn store, a trip to the book store, a trip to GameStop and then home to relax before Jared took me out to dinner. I ate way too much and enjoyed every minute of it. When we got back, Mom greeted us with “The cake is cooling but will be ready soon.” I got cake! Yay cake!
Tonight, Jared, Mom and I head out to an Ole Miss baseball game. I’ll be taking along socks to knit in the stands, since we’re going as part of a “Stitch ‘n’ Pitch” with the local yarn shop. For those that have no clue what this is, it’s essentially “take your knitting to baseball day”. ::grin:: Mom and Jared will not be knitting, but the rest of the knitters don’t mind that at all. It should make for an entertaining way to end a stressful week at the very least. 
So tomorrow is my birthday. Yep, May 5th, Cinco de Mayo. Invariably, I want Mexican food on my birthday, which means in recent years with the popularity of Cinco de Mayo as a beer- and Mexican-food driven holiday, I’ve not eaten Mexican food on my birthday. (Damn you, beer makers! I’m looking at you, Corona!)
Unlike some of the people in my age group, I actually really do still get excited about my birthday. What can I say: it’s the little kid in me getting all “eeee!” And while trying to go to sleep last night, I started thinking about why that is, and I think I know why.
Invariably, when I was growing up, my birthday got screwed over, and I’m always hoping that the next one won’t be.
My birthday, being towards the end of the school year, meant it usually got lost in the mess of studying, test, and general “Nooo! Want to go outside and play cos it’s SPRING!” (Mom and the teachers used to agree: I had the worst case of “spring-itus” they’d ever seen. Very similar to the high school “senior-itus” only with less sass.) So instead of it being forgotten (which it was one year and boy that hurt like hell, sweet 16 my ass), it was always kind of an afterthought. Which sometimes, being an afterthought is worse than it being totally forgotten.
I’ve gotten resigned over the years, but it still sucks. And then there’s this year. One of those “life moment” years. Yep, I’m turning… ::sigh:: 40. And yeah, I’m not exactly thrilled about it. I mean, I just got 39 to come out of my mouth without choking on it. Trying to say 40 causes physical pain. I’ve finally hit the point in life where someone can get “cute” and send me a black balloon with “OMG you’re 40!” on it. So help me, the first person that does is getting the balloon back with stab marks in it.
Yep, I’m a grumpy one this year. But I think I might have solved part of this issue. Tomorrow, I will turn 39 for the second time. No, I’m not going to hold on to 39 forever. Thursday, I’ll most likely be saying “Yep, just turned ::gag:: 40.” But for tomorrow, just to take the sting out of it, I’ll be 39 one more time.
Now I just hope the actual birthday doesn’t suck. 
