Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Happy Birthday To Me.

Stop bickering children. Hmm... am I talking to my actual children, the blog people or perhaps just myself?
Or all of the above. No fighting on my birthday. That's a rule.
And no calling me 351 either. I'm not a day over 250. God! It's a good thing I spent so much time living underwater or that might have hurt me feelings. Do you know that in addition to my stint in the Himalayas I also managed to keep myself from breathing at all for thirty days? Nobody can do that! Nobody. Cept me, duh.
My Mom kind of thinks all those comments from the previous post are from me just talking to myself. Which let me tell you, would be funny. Not really. I can assure you, they are not. Although the blog title is 'Crazy But the Cool Kind.' That might border on crazy but the crazy kind. Let me put your mind at ease Mommy. When I want to talk to myself I just e mail myself. I am very witty in e mails and I usually answer myself quickly therefore I make an excellent pen pal to myself. Well, not really pen so much as keyboard pal.

I'm not nearly as whack as some of my friends. You know who you are. I don't want to have to sensor you Peter Yorn's Mom but i will if someone starts approaching me with a straight jacket.

Where was I? Oh yes, I don't think any of you guys know this, but, today is my birthday!
Use it in a sentence...
"Today is Amy's birthday."
Very good. Now if I were going to answer myself, which I'll do later when I'm catching up on e mails to myself I'll respond to that by saying, "Thank you."


twist said...

Oh my mischievous badger! Is today your birthday? I totally forgot. Next year you'll have to send out some kind of reminder.

Kathy said...

As Sir Paul says:

Wow, that was awkward said...

Hey, long time no blog visit. Happy Birthday! I wish I would have known sooner cuz I would have written you a poem. Let me try on the fly.

You say it's your birthday,
It's mine in 15 days,
Now whenever you hear Boys of Summer,
You will think of shirtless gays!

Not that there is anything wrong with that. *obligatory comment when referring to gays*

heather said...

Merry christmas Amy!

oh, I think you know said...

This is so, like, yesterday.

arnold said...

Oh, I Think You Know: You are 100% on the mark. Now that the blessed day is past, it's time for some tough love. Can't pump up readers and then terminate. I'm only going to check back once more and then it's hasta la vista, baby.

little orange caution cone birthday hat said...

Amy's Other "Friends": Shut up. So she doesn't post ALL THE TIME anymore. And when she does, it's a little incoherent. Big deal. You should still be there for her. I know I am. Stuffed in the bottom of Mary Pat's purse. Just waiting. I'm totally OK with her needing some time. And calling me, what was it? Fucking ridiculous? Maybe I am. I need to look at that. And lying here - under $840 in cosmetics - well that gives ME some time. So thank you, Amy, for giving what you're ready to give. I love you.

Amy said...

Kathy, when did I say that and what the hell are you talking about $840 worth of cosmetics? I'm more confused than I was and you're starting to sound like me, which is perfect for the post I just put up.
If I did say that (Which I didn't Mom cause I don't use that language) I'm sorry. In what context? I think I meant the one with the purse from St. Maarten. No?
I love you too.
Wait, wait, I get it now. MaryPat's make-up collection! I got it. Right? Seriously. Totally.

twist said...

You guys are going to have to back off and give her a day or two for either prayer or a moonwalk requiem, depending on how the news plays out. Sad times for our Amy.