this is for all the valentine’s day babies

Birthday Balloons

This blog post is dedicated to my dad, my friend Ashlee and everyone else you shares their birthday with Valentine’s Day. These love babies often get their special day taken over by heart shaped balloons, romantic poems and hallmark cards. But today, I’m taking back February 14th!

Who needs chocolate covered strawberries when you can have birthday cake? Who wants stale heart shaped candy and roses when you can receive gift cards and presents! Who needs wine when you can have any type of alcohol you want?! (I actually would still drink wine but that’s just a personal preference) Say no to candle lit dinners. They’re a fire hazard anyway. Mood music? Or dancing music?!! Everyone celebrating each other…? Or everyone celebrating YOU. I think the choice is clear.

Tonight instead of celebrating Valentine’s Day in all its glorious romantic splendor, celebrate a birthday. We’re headed out for a night on the town! Ashlee and I are going to the Miley Cyrus concert where I will attempt to twerk and say “BANGERZ” every 10 seconds (Andrew surprisingly opted out of this experience) and then afterwards he, along with some other friends, are meeting up with us at one of our favorite bars, The Pint, for some dancing.

So go ahead, share this post with anyone you know who has a birthday today. And let them know, not all of us are forgetting their special day… 🙂


on the subject of… Valentine’s Day


(Pictured above: a dozen roses, dozens times over)

Thursday is a big day this week for couples: Valentine’s Day. So I thought I would be sneaky and ask Andrew if he had anything planned, but play it off like Thursday was just some normal Thursday. As if it could be just another Thursday…

Being cute and coy I asked him what he had planned this week.

To my surprise, he then laid out this entire idea to cook me dinner at home, with candles, flowers, and wine on Thursday night. Can’t fool him, I thought.

He then added: “But it will be nothing compared to what I have planned for next week, you know, on the 19th.”

“What’s the 19th?” I ask casually.

He looked at me with absolute horror. “No big deal, just our one year wedding anniversary,” he said looking down sounding hurt at first, but then looked up to show me a sly smile.

Well played, sir. He’s always been better at remembering special dates like this.