Remember when you were a kid, and you spent days, weeks, even months counting down to your birthday? Back then, it was such a big deal. There were parties to plan, friends to invite over, cake and ice cream to eat until you were so jacked up on sugar your parents threatened to sell you to gypsies or lock you in the garage. Back then, you spent those last agonizing hours leading up to your birthday watching the seconds tick by so slowly that you swore someone had rubber cemented the hands of the clock in place.

My go-to party plans usually involved some of my best girlfriends, a bunch of rented movies (usually horror flicks with a couple of comedies thrown in for good measure), pizza, soda, cake, ice cream and a whole lot of laughing. Once or twice while living in Bird City, Kansas, Mom let me invite my entire class (all of 12 or 13 students, depending on the year) to go to the bowling alley in St. Francis for pizza, bowling, and all the arcade games we could play with the quarters begged from our parents’ pockets. It was grand.

These days, birthdays are not nearly as exciting…well, at least not in the pizza-party-bowling-movie-watching-extravaganza way of my youth. These days, my birthdays tend to be much simpler, laidback affairs, and that is perfectly fine by me. I don’t need fanfare or binge drinking or surprise parties (for the love of all that is holy, please no surprise parties. I hate surprise parties).  I am perfectly content to lounge around in my pajamas until well after noon, drink an extra cup of coffee, watch one of my favorite movies, and maybe head out for a bite to eat.

All I really ask for my birthday is to be able to hang out with the people I love the most. So, in honor of me turning the big three-one tomorrow, I am going to spend my day hanging out with Cadence and do absolutely nothing that resembles work. Then, when Steven gets off work, the three of us are going to head to the Haymarket to have a little dinner. Afterward, we are going to mosey on over to Memorial Stadium to check out the Cornhusker Marching Band Exhibition Show. Everyone knows that Steven and I are big band geeks, and as much as Cadence likes music, we think she is going to really dig it, so it should shape up to be a really fun evening.

So, maybe I am feeling a bit of that giddy excitement about my birthday tomorrow. After all, you only turn 31 once, right?

Tonight’s 365 Project entry is dedicated to…well…me, and to everyone who shares my August 19th birthday! Let’s make it a great one!

And for your viewing pleasure, here are some photos from birthdays past. I apologize in advance for the fact that my scanner is apparently inebriated. I don’t know how else to explain the cockeyed photos. But, I thought I’d leave them that way to make the birthday post a bit more fun! Enjoy!

Ahh! The messy 1st birthday photo! Gotta love it!
Lindy and I celebrating our August birthdays with Mom & Dad
Celebrating with Brenda and Kathy Michl and some children I don't remember
We are really celebrating Mom & Dad's birthdays with the Michl's, but Lindy and I are more excited about the cake than anyone
Celebrating Lindy & my birthdays at Johnson Lake in 1983. Look at the size of my head!!!
Celebrating our birthdays in McCook with our grandparents and Tommy & Lynn Roland 1984
Celebrating birthdays at Grandma & Grandpa Luethje's cabin 1984. And my head is still huge!
Birthdays at Johnson Lake 1986. I don't know what was so cool about the Get In Shape Girl workout accessories, but I was rockin' that headband aaaaaaaaaallllll day!
Get In Shape Girl! It came with legwarmers too. Yeah baby!
Celebrating August birthdays at Grandma & Grandpa Luethje's cabin at Johnson Lake
Lindy, Grandma Luethje, and me.
My 16th birthday, celebrated with my best high school friends Jenny and Howie. I got my driver's license, and 11 days later I was in a 3-car pile up that made the front page of the local paper. Ouch.


  1. Happy Birthday!! Hope you have a great one! I did get a good laugh out of the picture of all of us!

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