'Twas a happy birthday, afterall. Many thanks to many people, but mostly, I'd like to thank my husband. He made me giggle all day and kept me from getting sad. He showered me with wonerful presents, including a new set of these. As if the car wasn't enough. My goodness! More than anything, just having had him in my life for this last year, means the world to me. I've never felt more secure, more loved or laughed so much. Knowing I married my best friend and that he has my back is the best feeling I can imagine. Today is his birthday. I hope I can make it half as cool as he made mine.

Ok... I'll stop with the syrup.

On another note... I was informed today that we are going on another cruise. Jeesh! Someone kill me, my life sucks so bad!!!

And on yet another note. Apparently tonight was the last episode of Deadwood. :( How can this be? If you've never seen this show, you should rent the series. It is one of the most well written shows I've ever seen. Check out the Greek tragedy overtones, complete with various cast members playing the chorus and lots of monologues. It's f'ing brilliant, I say! And yet... they may not bring back next season. :( So sad.

Rainy, dreary, and I'm slightly hungover... seems a fitting end to my 31st year. Tomorrow I will be 32. This depressses me, but no more than it has any other year. I hate my birthday. It makes me cry. It brings up memories of decades of crappy birthdays. I try not to wallow in it, but perhaps it's just not in my nature to grin and bare it. Yeah... I'm really not a grin and bare it person.

Now... I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, 'Bahia's having a self absorbed, pity party.' Well... what else is new, right? Wrong!! I just hate my birthday. Have you ever had food poisoning, and it makes you hate, I mean hate whatever food it was that made you sick? Well, that's pretty much my reaction to my birthday. Some really bad stuff has happened on my birthday. I mean super-duper, crappy. Last year sucked the ass. The year before, my 30th birthday, I spent pregnant, at work. My 29th, I spent at home, alone, drinking tequilla. My only birthday present that year was my boyfriend of almost 14 years moving out, on my birthday. I could go on and on... but that would be silly. My point is, it's not a day of joy for me. It's a day of loathing.

This year, I decided to skip it all together. My husband's birthday is just two days after mine, so my plan is to celebrate his birthday instead, bypassing the usual anxiety attacks and weepy eyes. I know I sound nuts. hell, I know I am nuts... but this honestly seems like good therapy to me. From today, until tuesday, it is officially Riotgeek's birthday. We will celebrate, we will have fun, and it will be the best end to the month of August, ever!

As many of you know, my husband treats me like a queen. He makes everyday unique, meaningful and fun. He has brought so much joy and comfort to my life. He works his butt off to provide a good life for us. He's a strong, dependable, funny, loving, gorgeous man and I want him to have the best birthday ever! So anyone who reads this... (all 2 of you ;) ... please wish him a very happy birthday. :)

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You Are 36% Evil

A bit of evil lurks in your heart, but you hide it well. In some ways, you are the most dangerous kind of evil.

How Evil Are You?

You Are An ISTP

The Mechanic You are calm and collected, even in the most difficult of situations. A person of action and self-direction, you love being independent. To outsiders yous eem impulsive, surprising, and unpredictable. You are good at understanding how all things work, except for people. You would make an excellent pilot, forensic pathologist, or athlete.

What's Your Personality Type?

Yep, that's me.

I was the kid who took everything apart to see how it worked. I also read human pathology books as a kid. Yep... I'm a weirdo.

We went to Springfield over the weekend to celebrate our birthdays with the family. There were a total of 5 of us who have August birthdays, so it was quite a celebration, with a mountain of presents. I got way,way to many presents. My favorite of all, and hands down, the coolest present I've ever recieved, was from my darling husband. I haven't taken a pic of it yet, so here's one I stole of the interweb. It is pretty much fully loaded, and it drives like a dream. I accidently ran over a dead armadillo on the way back to Kansas City (WTF are armadillos doing in Missouri anyway?) and I didn't even feel it. I can't wait to see how it handles snow. I would take it off road and get it covered in mud if it wasn't so darn pretty. I don't want to get the chrome dirty. :p

My name is Bahia, and I'm a video game addict.

The first step is admitting I have a problem. The second step... Is there a second step?

My friend TNC sold us her Gamecube. *cue church bells* Joy to the world! Nintendo hath come. Let me recieve cheat codes! Just kidding. I don't use cheat codes. ;P

The husband and I are talking about picking World Of Warcraft back up, maybe starting some new characters. I'm also looking forward to kicking his butt at Monkeyball and various other games.

On another note, I am, at this moment letting my pasta dough rest. I'm making ravioli for dinner (again). Last time, I didn't get it quite right. Part of the problem is that I did not own a rolling pin. My darling husband bought me a spiffy new French rolling pin, last weekend. I have solemnly promised not to chase him around with it like Andy Capp's wife.

I'm sitting here with peroxide on my head. I swear I can hear my hair burning.

So a while back we bought a "big girl bed" for Grace. She took to it well and seems to enjoy her new found freedom. No more bars! We keep a baby gate on her bedroom door, so that when she gets up in the middle of the night, she won't take a tumble down the stairs. -So anyway.. last night I heard her crying, and as I started to get up, I heard her door open. This seems to happen quite often lately, and usually I can just tuck her back into bed without much fuss. Only, this time, she didn't wait for me at the gate as she normally does. She opened her door, then marched right back to bed, tucked herself in and went back to sleep. -I guess she just wants the door open. *sigh*...she is growing up so fast.

I started playing Grand Turismo 4 the other day. I went to buy a starter car and was delighted to find my old, beloved CRX SI.



How I loved that car! It was so reliable, good in the snow, I could dust about anything from a standstill, it got great gas mileage.. I could go on and on..

Anyway, I've slowly been adding all the aftermarket, racing mods that I always dreamed of but could never afford to my game car.

You know... with me it's always the little things that make me happy. I guess I'm easy to please like that.

I think I smell my hair burning.

FYI... this post was from a few days ago.

(Can you feel that?)
(Ah shit)
Ooh wah ah ah ah!
Ooh wah ah ah ah!
ohh ohh, ohh ohh

Yes, this week, I have been down with the sickness. I don't know what hit me, but it ran my ass over. A few day later and a few pounds lighter... I'm feeling much better.

Since I didn't feel up to doing much the past few days, I played me some Grand Theft Auto, San Andreas. I've really, really been enjoying it. Don't worry though, my peeps... the thug life is not for me. Although I was momentarily pondering a life of crime and bitches, I snapped out of it and made some Earl Grey tea.

The highlight of my day has been painting my toenails. (Sometimes, it's the little things) I painted them a sparkly plum color. I've really been into those white-trash, toe stickers lately. So I added some sparkly flowers (flowers that are, as of yet, unknown botanical specimens) and now I feel pretty and girlie.

Grace is sitting next to me. She's eating my snap peas. (Who knew, right?) She seems to love them. That's really is cool and all, except she won't eat the fattening foods that she needs to look like a normal baby. Her doctor was mildly concerned that Grace is extremely tall, yet underweight for her size. She hasn't even gained two pounds in 8 months. I think she would be chubby, if she wasn't growing so fast. Where the hell is she getting this height thing from, anyway? If she wasn't so much like me, I'd suspect that she was switched at birth. Oh well, so she's tall and skinny. There's worse things, right?