Jason says "read this blog!"
Just when I'm about to sign the DNR papers for this blog something comes along and inspires me to write another post. One of these days Jason Segel will come to his senses and beg me to befriend him. I just hope he isn't waiting to see the 365th reason. It may take years.



365 Reasons Why...An Explanation

Well, hello there (said in a very sexy voice). You're looking quite lovely today. Welcome to my blog. Feel free to take off your shoes and get comfortable, maybe leave a comment or two. This started out as kind of a funny thing to do after I blew a phone conversation with Jason, but I've found I really enjoy writing every day and researching new and interesting things about my future BFF. In January I met Jason at a comedy club and the few words we shared only reinforced my belief that he and I would get along famously. As a dear friend of mine recently said, "why wouldn't he want to be friends with you - you're awesome!" Perhaps the 365 reasons in this blog may just convince Jason of what I already know to be true: separately, our awesomeness is great; combined, it may be enough to take over the world. If you want to be one of my esteemed followers, simply click on the 'follow' button toward the bottom of the page. Come on, you know you want to.



Monday, January 18, 2010

Reason 49


Birthdays. A very happy 30th birthday to you, Jason! As your (future) friend I promise to always remember your birthday and send you the funniest cards the greater-Seattle area has to offer. I've always been a bit enamored with the idea of birthdays, even though as I get older I don't much care how I celebrate mine. There's just something incredible about the fact that people are born and then evolve into someone completely unique. There is so much potential in one life; it's a tad overwhelming at times.

Well, that's enough philosophy. How about a funny birthday anecdote? Many moons ago at a party celebrating my birth we decided to have a water balloon toss competetion. People paired up and one person from each team had to close their eyes to choose a water balloon - open eyes can lead to choosing a smaller balloon that won't pop so easily. My mother held the tub of balloons and one of my dear friends, and perennial crushes, who lived across the street reached tentatively for a balloon. His aim was a little off and he ended up with a handful of my mother's breast insted. Being the unflappable woman that she is, my mother simply said "Ryan, that isn't a balloon." We teased him about that for years. Oh, the joy of being an adolescent.

1 comment:

  1. Oh man...it's been a long time since I thought about that story!! Hahaha!!! Good times.

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