Happy Birthday Madonna

On occasion I wish I was superstitious - so I could ascribe meaning to sharing Madonna's birthday. But the odds are 1 in 365, or, not that remarkable. You know how I feel about parties <barf>, I detest balloons, and can imagine few things as disquieting as being sung to. <shudder> Cards are always heinous and require feigned gushing or, worse, laughter. Gifts are strange too--I have all that I require. I guess it boils down to this: I hate anyone making a fuss over me who isn't paid to do so. On that note, I think I'll take myself to the ritz--for a nice little birthday lunch... for one.

Sooner or later we all discover that the important moments in life are not the advertised ones, not the birthdays, the graduations, the weddings, not the great goals achieved. The real milestones are less prepossessing. They come to the door of memory unannounced, stray dogs that amble in, sniff around a bit and simply never leave. Our lives are measured by these. - Susan B. Anthony