The odd little birthday post

I have a strange list of desires for my birthday.... it's not that I don't have ideas on what I could use. It's that I really only have one desire: cooler weather. Now I know I live in Texas and I know it's hot every summer. And I know I'll get used to it. And I know that right after that, it'll end. But.... until then it's hard to stay in the moment. and it's even harder to imagine things I want for my birthday when I need almost nothing (material) and I couldn't use most of what anyone could gift me anyway... since it's too hot outside.

Anyway, the three things I can think of seemed like a very odd combination, so it amused me. The projects are much more "me," but again, I wouldn't wish them on anyone until September. Guess I was just born in the wrong time of year for Texas.

In the mean time, this, which I have coveted for 166 weeks. http://shirt.woot.com/friends.aspx?k=5230
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does not go with this, but Dana has inspired me to switch to these... http://www.google.com/products/catalog?q=pyrex&oe=utf-8&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&client=firefox-a&um=1&ie=UTF-8&tbm=shop&cid=3769745989860689105&sa=X&ei=VLkATpGCL8WXtwf47KSWDg&ved=0CFMQ8gIwAg
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and then .... which I bet no other woman my age has asked for in Dallas yet this year... I am getting new bike shoes and I need new ... http://www.google.com/products/catalog?q=crank+brothers+cleats&oe=utf-8&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&client=firefox-a&um=1&ie=UTF-8&tbm=shop&cid=2012169713314771891&sa=X&ei=BsEATsDINoyftwf4q5iiDg&ved=0CFcQ8wIwBA

Now, if it were September, I would need someone to sand blast and repaint my smoker. I'd like five empty kitty litter buckets (from Don Berg and Ruth McClure). Someone could volunteer to come out to the North Shore trail with me and dig up some bamboo. My recycling box needs to be sanded and painted. I need a printer stand. And I could use some help (or at least company) while I weed my garden.... not that everything won't be DEAD by September.

I have too much jewelry, I wear just one perfume, my hair is 3 inches long, and the idea of asking for swiffer dusters is too odd, even for me.

The good news is, I'm going to see my Sister for my birthday... so.... there won't be a big party and there's no need to bring a gift. Just revel in the fact that I'm slightly off kilter. It's why you love me. Or hate me. Or both.