Tuesday's Child

Hello dearest friends, beloved bloggers and adoring fans from the four corners of the globe. Today is the big four-one for me and this is my not so shameless Happy Birthday to myself-post. For a while I've pondered just how to to celebrate this most joyous and momentous day with you. See, as a child, I never had birthday parties...aww, Dana...I know, sadness, very sadness. So I thought I would throw my own par-tay and invite every single one of you! I know, cheesy...but eh, who cares...it's my birthday and I feel like being a just little cheesy and extremely par-tay-ish!
At every birthday party you must have lots of balloons...

Those should do nicely...And of course you absolutely have to have a cake....


I think we will just look at that one...here is one we can add an inch to our thighs with....sorry it's chocolate Sharona!



I loathe, despise and abhor party games of any kind, If you love me, please do not ask me to come to your party and play them. However, I do want each of you to play a game...so here you go:
Four truths and one lie:
1. I am terrified of heights. Absolutely - scream like a sissy - terrified. But lately I've been thinking we've got that wrong. It's not truly the high place I am afraid of, it's the low place I might fall to...so I guess you could say I'm afraid of lows.
2. I can trace my family roots (on mommy dearest's side) to Welsh royalty, and I don't have to go far. Lord Snowdon (not the infamous womanizer) was my great, great, grandfather.
3. Summer is my favorite season. You will never catch me complaining about the heat, bring it on and turn it up.
4. I moved out of my house when I was 15 and have lived on my own (well, with the exception of husband and kids) ever since.
5. In the car, I have to turn down the radio when I am trying to find where I am going. Silly? I know, but I can guarantee someone is reading this and shaking their head in understanding.
Please put your answer in the comment section. Prizes will be awarded, so make it interesting folks.

Now we can do other cool? random things. Like have the Rain Man tell you about the day you were born. He informed me I was born on a Tuesday, and on Tuesday we have pancakes. And since I was born on a Tuesday, the little poem below says I is full of grace. (I heard that ya'll). Good thing too, cause the Lord knows I need grace seeing as how I'm a 666 child. Yep, 6th day in '66. For some reason I always wanted to be Monday's child and thought perhaps moms lied and I was really Wednesday's child.

Mondays child is fair of face,
Tuesdays child is full of grace,
Wednesdays child is full of woe,
Thursdays child has far to go,
Fridays child is loving and giving,
Saturdays child works hard for his living,
And the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and really, really happy.

This website tells you some cool stuff about the day you were born. I love stuff like this, because it always gives little clues to who you are and where you came from. Some things about the day/year I was born:

Hit Songs: Monday, Monday by the Mama's & The Papa's, Nope, I was born on a Tuesday. Definitely Tuesday. I'm a Believer by the Monkees, Cherish by Association, Wild Thing by Troggs and You Can't Hurry Love by the Supremes.

Hit t.v. shows: Get Smart, Star Trek, Green Acres and Lost in Space.

Popular toys: Twister and Mystery Date.

Well then, that was so not insightful into the world I call mine own. You too can find out semi-interesting and meaningless facts about the year you were born. Go here and make your own time capsule.

I read somewhere if you put your name or date of birth into Wikipedia you can find interesting facts. So here is Dana in Wikipedia and September 6 in Wikipedia. I particularly like the fact that there is a Catholic, a Korean and an Israeli Transsexual all named Dana and all pop-singers. What are the odds? Now you can enter your date or your name in Wikipedia.

After all that cake, the games, the entertaining and feckless (write that one down girls) trivia about someone who is not me, it is time to sing me Happy Birthday...

again...

...blow out the candles and go home. I am getting old you know, I can't stay up late like when I was a youngin. It happens in your forties, just ask my med student.


Don't forget to answer. And celebrate, I mean truly celebrate this day!