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It's here again. My birthday.

I am not fond of my birthdays. Maybe because once your over 16, it's just not so magical. Once you're a Mom - someone else's birthday is magical.

Also- I seem to be an enigma to my husband , who is a deer caught in the headlights from Aug 11th - Sept 9th every year. Petrified of buying me the wrong gift - he usually panics and buys no gift. Last night he hollered at me, "why do you have to be so picky?" - And I hollered back "I am non-generic! You should be happy to have fallen in love with a non-generic person! I am very specific! I like what I like!" - But I suppose, he can't just go to the mall or Target and find antique radios, old coloring books and saddle shoes. I gave him ideas: singing lessons - I love to sing and have always wanted to do it on the stage- but I want an expert to tell me if I suck or not- so I don't humiliate myself. I also suggested a piece of art for my naked wall above the mantle. Remember, I said I painted skydiving pigs onto the one I was doing.

So - Last night, while reading up on the blogs i enjoy - I found this on the Character Design blog.


I decided to bid as my birthday gift from hubby - if I win, I can help this beautiful baby and his family out - and have one amazing sketchbook. If I loose - I've helped drive the bidding way up- and still have helped this family. If you would like to bid too- please do! Follow the Ebay link!

This morning, I was surprised to see a Happy Birthday message in my blog roll. Noah Ginex- the pupeteer from BNL's "Pollywog in a bog" - was very kind to do this:


So- today- tho' I woke up to a bad hair day- and rain... it's turning out to be a good b'day!