One day more. The big annual Birthday Jam will be in full effect! You still have today to prepare for all of the sordid goodness that is hanging with me on the celebration of the day I jumped outta mama's hoo ha. She's so proud. The inevitable age question keeps getting asked. And keeps getting ignored. Not really that big of a deal. I just don't want my prom date to freak out when she finds out I'm a bit older than 21. If you all can wait until after May, then I'm in the clear! Another question that pops up queries as to why I find this day so important. Besides the fact that it celebrates the day I came into your lives? Actually, birthdays are very important to me. Anyone's. Well, not everyone's. But, definitely people I like. It's the one day out of the year that you can celebrate you. I know, you are asking how that differs from any other day in my life. Shut, it, bitches! It all started in my youth. Here we go.
Ever since I was a little Jimmy, my moms made a huge deal out of birthdays. My brother, Bobby, is 3 1/2 years older and his birthday is a few weeks before mine in November. What's this? Brother? You've all heard of the little sister. Well, I have a brother. Grew up with. Don't like. Wont get into it here. Ergo, the lack of mentioning him. Anyway, moms would throw combined parties for us at my grandparents crib all the time. She would bake 2 cakes. I'd always get the chocolate, natch!
Here's the 4th grade party shot. The parties were just a bunch of friends playing football, basketball, running around playing, etc. As I got older, places like Showbiz Pizza Place and Chuck E. Cheese came around. I had a few birthdays in a row there. These places served pizza, desserts and had video games! First pics are a few from my 6th grade party at Showbiz Pizza Place. 
That's my girlfriend, Kathy Voyles, sitting next to me. I was a playa! Next shot is me getting spanked by the Showbiz Bear. 
In retrospect...quite disturbing. The final shot from that party probably explains a lot about me. 
Yeah, that's me surrounded by girls with money in my hand. *sigh* And you wonder why I am the way I am. I started early. I blame my uncle and his Playboy collection he had displayed. They would always find me rummaging through it looking at all the nakedness. Okay, by 7th grade, a new kid was on the block that put Showbiz out of business. And, being trendy and cool, I had my birthday party at Chuck E. Cheese. 
Yep, there I am with big Chuck himself. I wonder what these costume wearers are doing now? Working at Disney World? Is that the dream job for a costume person? I hear the benefits are rockin!
There you have it. You get an idea of why I always make such a big deal. I love being surrounded by my peoples on a day where they have to worship me. True, I think that the worship should continue daily, but not everyone has caught on yet. As I've said before, you all will. I really need to rule the world. Don't worry! I'll be a benevolent ruler. I like my solitude, but you will have to pay alms in more ways than one and by undying loyalty. Without question. Think Ming the Merciless from FLASH GORDON. One of my favorite flicks! If you cross me, you'll get the Ball Worms! NO! NOT THE BALL WORMS!!!
If it's your birthday too, then have a great one. While no one else exists on my day, I suppose I could try to share the day with you. Just don't steal my sunshine. Or my spotlight. Or my birthday cake. Me likey the chocolate!
See you all tomorrow at the bash! Info in a post or 2 below.
Look how cute you were! (And still are!)
Posted by: holly | December 12, 2005 at 10:05 AM