Happy Birthday to ME!

It's my favorite day of the year! MY BIRTHDAY! Wheeeeeeeeeeeee! BTW, did you know your Wii Fit will wish you a happy birthday? I didn't. When I turned it on this morning, the little Wii board had a party had on, wished me a happy birthday and threw some virtual confetti all over the screen. It was kind of neat and started my day off on a chipper note. Oh, I let Indy do a few ski jumps (that's a big treat, because he usually only gets to play it on the weekend) and it even reminded him that it was my birthday. Smart, Nintendo. Very smart.

Anyway, enough free advertising for Nintendo. Today is all about me. Me, me, ME! Not that I'm narsisitic or anything, but it's my birthday, so yeah, me.

Let's have a look back at the last 36 years shall we?

Here's my mom with me in tow. Isn't she cute? She was 20! Holy cow! She turned 21 a month and a half after I was born. This photo was taken in Jan of 73. She and my dad had been married a little over a year and a half.


Say it with me: Awwwwwwww! This is my first portrait. I was 4 days old. I don't look happy to be having my picture taken, do I?


And one year later. Look at those chubby cheeks and arms!


Here I am at 2. This would have been my Easter dress. I'm pretty sure my mom made it. I seem to be getting progressively happier.


Check this out! I was 4 in this photo, so it would have been 1977. Look at those clothes! And what's up with my hair?



This is first grade. My mom loved to put my hair in the double pig tails. My grandmother used to call me "Buffy" not after the vampire slayer, but after the little girl called Buffy in a 70's sitcom. I think it was called Family Affair, but I'm not sure and I don't feel like Googling it. It's my birthday and I don't have to do anything I don't want. Ha!



We'll just skip all those awkward middle school years. They were not kind to me. I had really bad asthma and took tons of medications containing steroids. They made me....let's say "puffy." It was not a good time for me. We'll move right into the teen years. This is me (far left, looking down), my mom (hotness!) and my crazy older cousin (older by about 11 years) in 1987. I would have been 14. Also, this is probably the last time I ever went to a beach. Unlike my mom, I do not tan. I'm more like my red headed dad and burn. A lot. As you can see, the steroids are long gone and the weight just fell off. What I wouldn't give to have those thighs again.



This was my Senior prom. I was 18. My prom was in the Sears Tower in Chicago. Awesome. Get a good look at that layered dress. I'm sinking in the grass here, but rest assured I was wearing heels. Oh, and check out my date's "Hammer Pants." They were the height of early 90's fashion.



Here's my HS graduation a few weeks later. Yes, I went to an all girl school. Surprisingly, I loved it and still keep in touch with many of the girls I graduated with (even before Facebook).


All of my college photos are glued down to a scrapbook and I'm too lazy to scan them. You've seen my wedding photos, which was at the end of college, so you know what I looked like.

Here is me today. Well, not TODAY, today, but about a week ago. You know, when I was still 35. Not too bad, I think.