Birthday Week

My 25th birthday is on Friday. I just typed Saturday, then had to fix it. That makes me officially old, I think, when I'm not counting down the days till my birthday anymore. Actually I haven't done that since my 16th, you know, the big deal, and even my MOM forgot it was my birthday. On facebook a few days ago, I said that all I want for my birthday is a weekend with nothing to do. Actually, I want a few other things too:

I want gumption to finish all the projects I start.

I want to feel like I have a reason to sew the bridesmaids dress that I have to wear in less than a month.

I want daylight until 6:00 so that my afterschool kids and I can do things outside.

I want a few days of B, all to myself. (I'll get this in a few months!)

I want an unlimited supply of money to pay off debt, buy a new(er) car, pay for my and B's wedding, move, etc. Just for a few months. Not for forever.

I want a newer, bigger car. My car is so old and unreliable that I'm not sure it will make the move to Idaho this fall, even once the current break-down is repaired. And it's so small I've never felt safe on the winter streets with all those crazy drivers.

I want job security.

I want to go to the dentist.

I want some extra creativity.

I want to start zumba. Or running. Or something. Zumba just sounds like fun.

I want everything with B, when he gets home, to be just the same, only better, as it was two years ago.

I want a girls weekend with each of my favorite sets of old college roommates, and my best friends from high school.

I want the organization people assume I have when they hear that I'm a librarian.

Alternatively, I want the level of organization I fake at work to be applied at home as well.

I want to spend some time alone, just a couple days where I don't have to talk to ANYONE and can do whatever I want. Some where not here.

I could go on. I want more. But I won't. I have what I need.