Happy Birthday to Me!

Feel free to gift me on my birthday.  You will have a whole month.  That's correct - my birthday is a month long!

My official birthday is July 2, but my real birthday is June 2.  There's a story behind this.  There has to be a story behind this.  And it's a simple one.

When we were born in the remote beach town of Bolinao, Pangasinan, Philippines, it was not in a hospital.  So recording of births happened later.  According to Mom, people in the records department of the town typed up July instead of June on my birth certificate.  They made me an entire month younger.  In my opinion, that was not a mistake.

I learned about my real birthday when I was in elementary school,but it's been more recently within the past decade that I have declared my month long birthday.  I came to this solution because birthdays are so ephemeral.  Some people love birthdays and celebrate through to exhaustion.  Others hide on such an annually marked occasion, especially during milestone years.

I love birthdays and am one who will celebrate until I am unconscious.  Therefore, a 24-hour stretch can be hazardous to my health.  Why pack a true celebration of life in one day when I can do so in one month?  Doesn't this make sense to you?  It makes complete sense to me, and I am no dummy.  I will milk this birthday B.S. for a month.

So let the celebration begin tomorrow!  I wear 6.5 in shoes.  I wear a size 4 or 5 in pants/skirt.  I am a small to medium build in general.  If you dare, I am a 34B.  My favorite color is purple, and any shade will do.  I am a workaholic.  I love to blog.  I love to bowl.  I love fine dining.  Send me a modest gift to my home.  You can find my home address in the White Pages.  Or send it to my work.  Currently, I work at Egnyte, Inc. in Mountain View.  Ha!

All kidding aside, I love birthdays because it's a celebration of life.  It's an awakening and a re-awakening if you will.  Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me!