Happy Birthday to Me!
You want to buy me a present. Come on, you know you do. I know just what I want and I’m not afraid to ask. Sheepish, maybe, but not afraid to brazening solicit gifts this year.
Go to this website – www.the3day.org/atlanta07/ginnyhendry – and sponsor me for my new project, the 60-mile breast cancer walk next October. Do it for cancer. Do it to protect someone you love from having to deal with the disease someday. Do it because I only have so many friends and I seriously worry that I won’t be able to dredge up enough fundraising.
Heck, I’ve been feeling so blue all week, do it just because there isn’t anything else that will make me feel better and no one deserves to be depressed on their birthday. Or do it because my snotty kid opened her website page at the same time I did today (same address only with Denverclark in place of my name for those of you who rather forsake me to sponsor her or who want to divvy up your support fairly) and within an hour she had donations already. Of course, she called me to brag obnoxiously and hint that I should be deeply embarrassed by my fundraising thermometer because it’s already been an hour and mine is still on the big fat zero. What can I say? Is that because she is nicer than me? Naw, it’s more like her friends are nicer than mine. Humm……. You gonna take that lying down?
Of course, some of the people out there who tune in to this blog are not exactly friends. They are checking in like moles to dig up FLEX dirt because they are excited by the turmoil going on. Ha. Well, my dear frienimies, you can sponsor me too. Do it because once I get donations I’ll have to do the dang walk, and that will cause me miles of suffering and muscular anguish. Certainly, that will bring a smile to your face. I might trip and twist an ankle even. Perhaps a deadly scorpion will crawl into my sleeping bag at night. There will be thousands of walkers – I might even be trampled moments before I limp over the finish line. See – there are lots of exciting possibilities if you maneuver me into walking.
The point is (Oh my God, everyone is right. I do say that all the time…) this is my official plea for your support. Well – this is my FIRST official plea for support. I’ll have to be a total annoyance if no one responds and then I’ll start mentioning it on a regular basis, and that will get really boring. Let’s just get this out of the way right now.
It’s my birthday. This year I want presents.
Send them boldly in your name.
Or send them anonymously if you don’t want me to know you read this blog and I can pretend I have a secret admirer.
Send them with your name all in caps because I’m cornering you with this blatant request and you now feel obligated – might as well get credit for doing your duty as a friend, not unlike when you bought Girl Scout cookies because I was a troop leader and you made a show of stuffing them down your face everytime I walked by to remind me you got at least six boxes, despite the fact that you were on a diet. Now, that’s what I call a BFF!
A birthday is a perfect excuse to hit up friends, don’t ya think? And I am not one to let an opportunity like this one slip away. Today is the day. B-day. I’m asking.
Give me something real to celebrate.
Oh yea, I need to add one thing. . . . Please.