31,536,000 seconds ago... give or take a few hundred, I was born in one of the many maternity rooms inside Jackson, Michigan's Foote hospital. Where my mother now works as a nurse.

I wasted most of my day away today - mostly trying to think of something interesting to do on the day before my birthday - the highlight was a long walk after sunset around the neighborhood while listening to my top-rated mix on the ipod. If I had the car at the moment - I'd probably be driving to the ocean instead of writing this post, but Amanda is out tonight baby-sitting.


Both Amanda and I have the next four days off of work - our original plans were to take a road-trip to to Las Vegas and just relax - pig out at some buffets... maybe catch a show. But it turns out we have less money than we thought - so we had to cancel our reservations. Instead we plan on using our friend Jill's cabin - neither of us have ever been there, but I guess after you park your car, you have to walk 1 or 2 miles back into the woods... it's very, very secluded.


Right now in the living room, there is a stack of birthday presents on the table that put all of my gifts for Amanda over the last three years combined to shame. It looks like Christmas out there...



I'm not exactly sure how I feel about this - don't get me wrong, I'm excited to open them, and I know I'm going to love them all - but that's half the problem, to explain:

Amanda's birthday was a month ago, on the 5th, and I don't know what I was thinking but I didn't get any of the things she had suggested for gift-ideas, I suppose I wanted to come up with something to surprise her... or something. Long story short, it bombed, and although she insist she likes her gifts... which I'm sure has some truth to it, I know none of them topped any of her would-be suggestions. As Ross says about Rachel, "always stick to the list". Damn! I can't believe I have that in my head - curse Amanda and Billy for their week-long-friends-marathons.

So, as you might guess, I'm a little afraid of being shown-up tomorrow when I open all my gifts only to find that they are great... and knowing that her gifts were "ehh".



As a joke, a friend, Bobby, from work, bought me this mini robo-raptor - I would go into that, but that's a different story for a different time.


We are still trying to come up with something to do tomorrow for my actual birthday - Jill doesn't get back from New York until tomorrow night, so we have to wait until then to get the key. If any of you have any suggestions - I'm up for anything... except clubbin'.