Next phase, new wave, dance craze, anyways...

Balmy nights are meant for flying down the interstate, windows down, music blaring. My soundtrack was Billy Joel's "It's Still Rock And Roll To Me" and Blues Traveler's "Run Around." John Popper wrote it in his pre-gastric bypass days. I know every single word and I sang it loud, with my arm straight-up out the window, resisting the wind.

And shake me and my confidence

About a great many things

But I've been there I can see it cower

Like a nervous magician waiting in the wings

Of a bad play where the heroes are right

And nobody thinks or expects too much

And Hollywood's calling for the movie rights

Singing hey babe let's keep in touch

Hey baby let's keep in touch

Tonight, we celebrated. Em finished the marathon. Nat is a fabulous cheerleader. And I had some celebrating to do of my own. Stay tuned, and soon you'll find out why...

Great Expectations

I've been sidelined. I fought to the bitter end, but sadly, she emerged victorious. Last week, Vegas chewed me up and spit me out.

Right now, I'm sitting on the couch in my pj's, sipping some hot, honey-lemon tea. Instead of working, my body is incubating a nasty chest cold. It's been a really long time since I've been this sick with a cold, as in well over a year. But something about that infamous city triggered a reaction that my body just couldn't handle.

Maybe I shift too much blame onto the city itself, when instead, other factors contributed to the horrible week. For all intensive purposes, I've decided not to relive the anger, stress, tears and unhappiness of my trip. I've always considered myself a "glass half-full" person, so it's hard for me to wax so negative about the circumstances that evolved. So, I won't. I'll focus on the positive, albeit what little the trip held.

Saturday night, I joined a couple of coworkers and some of our international customers at ENVY, a fine Las Vegas steakhouse. We didn't arrive until 10 p.m., so the restaurant was pleasantly quiet. The host seated us in comfy armchairs, and delivered a basket of hot artisan breads for our starving tummies. To start with, I ordered a salad with warmed goat cheese rounds, baby spinach, pine nuts, and apple slivers, drizzled with a bacon vinaigrette. I delighted in this salad, and the unique combination of flavors. For my entree, I had the Salt Roasted Wild Salmon with Rock Shrimp Risotto. It was clearly some of the best salmon I've ever had. Period. Melt-in-your-mouth good. And the risotto was creamy and comforting. I'm salivating thinking about it. The sides were served family style, and I had bites of the Truffle Mac & Cheese, Green Beans with Applewood Bacon, and Yukon Gold Mashed Potatoes. By the time dessert rolled around, I was stuffed. But when in Vegas, do as the high rollers---and that means you eat dessert, even if you have to unbutton your pants to make room. I had a scoop of ENVY's house frozen treat, the raspberry sorbet, and stole a bite or two of the other sugary concoctions floating around the table.

After dinner at the upscale Bellagio Buffet on Sunday night, I parted ways with coworkers and explored the hotel from end-to-end. Disappointingly, the Ansel Adams photography exhibit was closed for the evening, but a walk through the conservatory and botanical gardens lifted my spirits.

Continuing on my Bellagio stroll, I visited my very first YSL, Hermes, and Bottega Veneta. I didn't feel worthy enough to even fondle the goods, but I got an eyeful anyway.

The walk down designer lane led me to the front of the hotel, just in time for the Bellagio Fountains show. Elton John is currently performing daily at the Bellagio, so the fountains were timed to one of his most famous ballads. And by the way, the voice singing on the video is NOT me. It belonged to some obnoxious chick behind me, who was presumptuous enough to think that we all wanted to listen to her sing.



My evening ended underneath the beautiful spread of Italian Murano glass flowers, layered atop the Bellagio lobby ceiling.

Fast forward to Wednesday night-- I was exhausted after a long day at the trade show, and was in immediate need of some cosmetic therapy. After a really long walk to the Venetian, in not-so comfortable shoes, I arrive at the Sephora store. As I walk in, I realize that something's just not right--the floor is dirty, and why is there sawdust on the cosmetics? Well, evidently Sephora is undergoing a huge remodel, so the floor is ripped up and fixtures are strewn all the way to the back of the store. I wanted to cry.

Was I going to let that stop me for spending my coveted gift cards? Um, no. I begin browsing, thumbing away the dust, and even kicking a nail out of the way as I walk down the NARS aisle. I walk over to a Sephora employee, and ask where I can find Paul & Joe, one of my all-time favorite makeup brands. I'm horrified as she tells me that in the new remodel, Sephora is axing some of their lower-selling brands, and Paul & Joe are among the list of casualties. I want to scream and throw myself on the floor in fits of a tantrum, but as she tells me that I can still buy the products online, I grimace, grit my teeth, and walk away. Would I now allow that setback to deter my plans? No. I bought anyway.

Here are my treasures, in no particular order:

Stila Spring Eyeshadow Trio in Ravishing Rose

I love Stila's eyeshadows because they're a fine, milled powder that stays put all day long and comes in a colors that compliment my skintone. I already use Viola, which is the rosy midtone in this palette, and I was going to purchase Barefoot Contessa, the chocolate color. I haven't been able to find out the name of the pastel pink highlighter in the palette, but I love how soft it looks on my browbone. I wanted to buy the Pretty Pansy palette too, but I had to practice some restraint!

Additional eyeshadows purchased:

Dior 1-Couleur Powder Mono Eyeshadow in Amber Plum

NARS Single Eyeshadow in Fathom & Ondine

Bare Escentuals i.d. bareMinerals Glimmer in Celestine & Heart

Make Up For Ever Corrective Makeup Base in Green 01

Even though my rosacea is improving with the prescription from my dermatologist, I still have some blotchy red patches because my skin is so fair. Using the Sephora Professional Platinum Foundation Brush I purchased, the base smooths my complexion. This product is going to last me forever, and a little really does go a long way. I have to be careful to really blend around the corners of my mouth, nose, and eyes, because it's easy for the green to settle in the creases.

CARGO Blush in Louisiana

My staple winter/spring blush, NARS Orgasm, is perfect when my skin is porcelain white. But now that I have a little tan, I need a bit more color, yet it's not time for my Benefit Dallas Powder. I am obsessed with CARGO's line of bronzers, and I'm equally pleased with the quality of their blush. My Sephora Professional Platinum Natural Slant Brush is perfect for distributing a sweep of Louisiana across my cheekbones. And that's no easy feat with my round face.

Sephora Ultra-Shine Lip Gloss in Red 24

Cherry red works for me. And red lips are hot right now. My decision waivered between Vincent Longo's Perfect Shine Lip Gloss in Rede, the sparkly gloss I borrowed from Amanda on New Year's Eve, and the Sephora gloss. In the end, the Sephora gloss won, due to the pricetag. And I'm no less satisfied with the color or quality!

Sephora Long Lasting Metallic Eyeliner

I snapped these up in Aubergine, Blue, Copper and Green. They glide on, dry fast, and create drama. Me likey.

Sephora Concealer Brush

I will never use my fingertips again when applying my amazing Make Up For Ever Full Cover. I had no idea what I was missing.

Annnnnnd I'm spent. Literally. Cosmetics sure do make me happy.

Brown Out

It is time. I'll be back on Monday, April 23 with a report from my planned Sephora excursion, a detailed list of all of the glorious calories I plan to consume, and definitely the inside-scoop on any Adtec-related shenanigans that go down. Remember: what happens in Vegas, doesn't always stay in Vegas. It will burn forever on the Manifesto. So get ready.

Turkish Delight

I've said it before, I'll say it again: today was a really great day. Not just great--Fabulous. It was one of the best days I've had in a very long time, and it's definitely the best birthday I've had in several years. It might quite possibly be the best birthday I've had in my entire life. As Gary Chapman would say, my "love tank" is full, and slightly overflowing.

Before I left It's a Grind today, two guys walked in the door. One of them recognized a guy that was plugged in next to me, and began talking to him. About two or three minutes into their conversation, the guy standing looks at me and says, "are you Mary Anna?" Um... never laid eyes on this guy before. He says, "it's your birthday, isn't it!" Reeling in my chair now. I stammer out a response, and he says, "you're Amanda's friend, aren't you!" Um... yes, Mr. Stalker-guy. Before I can compose myself, he tells me that he works two cubicles over from Amanda at work. This morning, she mentioned to him that she and Em cooked me breakfast for my birthday, and she showed him a picture. So randomly, he recognized me. Talk about a small world. And while I'm still trying to shake off the shock and regain my composure, the entire coffee shop is echoing "happy birthdays" all around. Slightly embarrassing, yet nice. It's weird to feel special when a group of complete strangers wishes you birthday greetings.

I headed over to Royal Thai to have lunch with Amanda. We laughed our way through our starch, commenting about the state of all the dumbass boys we know. Errand time involved a stop at Target, and a visit to my eye doctor, to pick up my new contact lenses. Ironically enough, there was a minor snafu at the eye doctor, when I was delivered an order of contacts for another "Mary Brown." What are the odds that two Mary Browns' had contacts on hold at my eye doctor? Strange. My pedicure was next, and it was a different experience to visit my nail place during the day, with all the moms. Throughout all of the craziness, I managed to somehow pack my suitcase for Vegas.

Later in the evening, Sarah picked me up and we headed to the OHB Waff to meet some of the gals for my Birthday Extravaganza at Anatolia Turkish Restaurant. On the way over, Sarah tells us this hi-larious story about an unfortunate lady and her social awkwardness, involving attempts at Office and Snoop Dogg themed humor. In an effort to encourage Miss Scott to return to the blogosphere, I'm holding her accountable to post this story on "The Truth About Goldilocks," no later than April 30th.

We arrived at Anatolia, were seated in our private room, and eventually joined by the remaining members of our party. Two of the restaurant's sampler platters of stuffed grape leaves, fried phyllo sticks, and hummas, were devoured. Rhonda offers any one of us $2 to order the turkey and dressing (which obviously doesn't exist on a Turkish menu). For dinner, I had the Mixed Grill, a sampling of chicken kabobs, lamb kabobs, lamb chops, and lamburger, along with grilled veggies and basmati rice.

L to R: Amy, Sarah, Mandy, Siebe, Emily, Rhonda, MA, Katie, Natalie

The nine of us giggled through our meal, and several of the Turkish newbies actually tried lamb for the first time! Somehow we get on the subject of Anderson Cooper, that stone fox that he is, and someone mentions that he's gay. I'd never been privy to this knowledge before tonight, and I was shocked and disappointed at such a waste of a handsome man. I said, "you know, his Mom is Gloria Vanderbilt. It makes sense. It must be in his genes...get it? Jeans?" Anyway, it brought back some fun memories of watching Anderson and Lisa Ling on Channel One in middle school and high school.

Despite my clear instructions to refrain from showering me with birthday gifts, my friends did not listen. Thanks to them, I am going to Vegas with a fat Sephora gift card and when I come home, I'll have a day at the spa with services of my choosing.

Our meal is rounded out by baklava, rice pudding, and a traditional Turkish dessert called "Kanefe," which was served to me with the lights out and a birthday candle. The "Kanefe" wasn't a huge hit, but the baklava was gone in seconds.

In the process of paying our checks, one of us was hit on by our waiter. Her name will not be disclosed to protect the innocent. Anyway, our waiter slipped her a note in her check folder, asking her out. She was more than a little taken aback, but handled his rejection gracefully, tactfully and discreetly. But the minute that the rest of us found out, we were cackling about it all the way home.

I love my sweet, dear friends. Their presence tonight meant a lot to me.

Top: Siebe, Amy, Natalie, Emily, MA

Bottom: Katie, Mandy Rhonda, Sarah

26 Lessons Learned

My 26th birthday has arrived, and so far, it's been a really fabulous day. I woke up this morning around 7 a.m. and was watching my daily dose of Good Morning America, when the phone rang. It was none other than that Diva Amanda, wishing me happy birthday. She told me that I should get out of bed and come to the door because I had visitors. Dragging my lazy bum out of bed, with slobber crusted on my cheek and hair a mess, I opened the door and I see Amanda and Emily standing there with their arms full of grocery bags: "we're here to make you chocolate chip pancakes for your birthday!"

I was ecstatic, not only about some chocolatey-carby-goodness, but that I have the best friends a girl could ever ask for. Seriously. Amanda and Em worked their magic in the kitchen. The pancakes were perfectly golden, and they didn't forget the fruit spread too! I love these girls so much!

Right now, I'm sitting at a cafe table at It's A Grind, drinking a very large Numi Berry Black hot tea, and blogging. I can't think of a lot of things in life that I'd rather be doing right now. I have some fun errands to run today, like a visit to Target, and I'm getting a spa pedicure, after a luncheon with Amanda today. It's going to be a really good day.

So, I said it last night, but this birthday is turning out to be one of the best I've ever had. I'm 26 years old, but for some reason, it's nowhere near as scary as turning 25 was for me last year. I do feel older, but in the sense that I'm wiser. The year of 25 taught me a lot about myself. So in honor of my 26th birthday, here are 26 lessons I learned (and still learning) from April 12, 2006 to April 12, 2007:

1) Assumptions lead to drama. Don't make them, and you won't have unmet expectations.

2) Extend grace to others in all circumstances.

3) For optimum mental, physical, and emotional health, set boundaries. Know when to say yes, when to say no, and when to be flexible.

4) Don't hit on your physician. You need him to fix any health problems you may have, not your lonely heart.

5) Keep your big mouth closed. Just try it!

6) Don't make bold proclamations unless you're willing to stick to your guns.

7) Yankees, or those north of the Mason-Dixon line, aren't so bad afterall. In fact, some of them are quite friendly.

8) It is important to establish new traditions for myself, and to appreciate my past traditions, even if I don't celebrate them the same anymore.

9) Don't kiss boys on the inner circle. To put it a little less eloquently, don't $#!% where you eat.

10) Know when you've jumped the shark. Take a bow and call it a day.

11) Maybe I'm more of a Democrat than I ever would've cared to admit.

12) Keeping up with the Joneses is exhausting.

13) My celebrity look-a-like is Mariah Carey. Totally and utterly embarrassing.

14) It's okay, and fulfilling, to do things alone.

15) Go to every concert that interests me, even if it means eating Ramen for a month. You will regret missing that artist or band. And you will always wish you went to just one more show at that place!

16) Forgiveness doesn't always need to be granted or accepted to be forgiven.

17) If I want a husband, I need to become ugly.

18) Dogs don't necessarily know how to swim, and cats don't necessarily know how to catch mice.

19) It's okay to want to be a full-time mommy. I used to think it was a weakness to be a 21st century woman, with a college degree and big aspirations, who quits her career to have dinner on the table as her husband walks in the door from a long day at work. I don't believe that anymore. I want my business card to say wife and mother, along with "career-girl-extraordinaire."

20) I am a fabulous chef.

21) Even though I can buy my own diamonds, I still want a man to buy me a big one someday.

22) It's okay if my parents know I consume alcoholic beverages, and that it's just not that big of a deal.

23) Carry a camera on my person at all times. You never know when you'll need to document the occasion or when a TAR moment presents itself.

24) Friends and friendships change. And that's okay.

25) I'm a damn good writer and I need to do something with my craft.

26) God is sovereign. My ways are not His ways. He has a plan for my life, and it's inconceivably amazing. His timing is perfect, and He is the Great Preparer of my life and Lover of my soul.

Birthday Fusion

It's not even my birthday yet, and I'm already having the BEST birthday I've had in a long time. After work tonight, I met my parents and my brother, Ben, downtown for dinner to celebrate my birthday's eve. I love the adventure of trying new restaurants, so earlier in the week, I scoured Nashville Citysearch and Chowhound for suggestions. I stumbled across a modest listing for the Parco Style Cafe, located in a darkened basement on the seedy Printer's Alley.

I was intrigued. The descriptions told of this hidden gem, owned by a Taiwanese couple, Mr. & Mrs. Fu, that combined Japanese and French cuisine for a unique fusion gourmet menu. The positive reviews were overwhelming, but I was still a little skeptical. Afterall, why hadn't I ever heard of this place? And in Printer's Alley???

Why not? I booked a reservation for 6 p.m. Mrs. Fu told me to come to the back door on Third Avenue, and she'd let us in close to our side-street parking. I was a bit nervous... I knew that if the food was disasterous, the bill would be damaging as well. A minute later, we were met at the door by the lone Parco waitress, and led inside the restaurant. Mrs. Fu greeted us warmly, and led us to our table. We were the only four inside the exposed-brick-wall restaurant.

Mrs. Fu was very attentive from the beginning, and Ben snickered and mentioned a Seinfeld reference to Babu, and his attempts to make his Pakistani cafe a success. We were all starving, and had a hard time even deciding on an appetizer. Our waitress recommended a shrimp and oyster stuffed pastry, topped with an asian slaw. Mom ordered Sunflower tea from the extensive tea list, and I began to open my birthday presents.

I got some really creative presents this year. Mom made me a photo scrapbook of our trip to Philadelphia last summer, and dad gave me a vintage container of Jergens face powder. Ben and Britt gave me a really cute monogrammed overnight bag and a monogrammed koozie to for cokes at work. I also got some money to go toward my iPod foundation.

We motored through the appetizer, and ordered. Ben and I split a soft-shell crab salad, and he ordered the shrimp and scallops, while Mom and I got the Galette, a orange roughy and grouper stuffed potato-hash cake. Dad also had the soft-shell crab, and the much recommended jumbo rock-salt shrimp. The presentation of each dish was beautiful, especially the soft-shell crab. And the food was so flavorful and satisfying.

Chef Fu is known for his pastries, and dessert left nothing to be desired. Our decisions were determined while standing in front of a huge glass case of confections.

I had a Strawberry-Banana Crepe.

Dad had the Tiramisu.

Mom had a Chocolate Mousse Ganache.

I really appreciated Parco Cafe's creativity and attentive service, and I had such a nice time with my family tonight!

Atypical Easter

This has been the weirdest Easter of my entire life.

First of all, it's freezing outside. While it's always cool on Easter, it's rarely cold enough for the possibility of white, frozen precipitation to occur. And it was cold enough this morning, and all weekend for that matter. Walking into church this morning, my friend Katie comments, "they said on the radio that it's colder on Easter morning than it was on Christmas morning!"

Speaking of church, I wore trousers today and black. Not my typical Easter attire. I have a green dress in my closet. It's sleeveless, short, flowy and it's got flowers on it. And a cute green ribbon to wear tied around the waist. I have a pair of beige, slingback, open-toed heels that I would wear with this dress. Needless to say, they stayed in the closet this morning, close to the dress still on the hanger. I wore black flats instead.

Speaking of flats, I worked the nursery after the 7 a.m. service this morning. Well, in theory anyway. I walked down to the childrens wing, signed-in, walked to room 1100, sat down in a rocking chair in a dimly lit room surrounded by seven cribs (yes, I counted), talked to the other nursery worker, and waited for the babies to arrive. They never did. The other two rooms of infants were full. But not ours. We waited half an hour into the second service, and then I left for home. I was pretty disappointed. The whole reason I stayed in town was for the babies.

My parents and family are in Jackson, TN. Ben is in Murfreesboro with Britt's family. I am at home, in fat pants and a t-shirt, and I just woke up from a two-hour nap. For Easter dinner, I will have leftovers, and tonight, I will watch a re-run of America's Next Top Model and the Amazing Race.

I'm not really sad about this. OK, maybe a little. I think I'm more sad about how much my Easter traditions (or lack thereof) put me in the mood to celebrate Christ's resurrection. I sure am glad Christ isn't as fickle as I. Praise Him that He died and rose again, regardless of whether or not I got to wear my Easter dress or color hard-boiled eggs. Praise Him for dying for my transgressed self, and making himself alive again so that I can have life, abundantly. Talking about it puts me in the mood, and strangely, I'm sort of a little happy now.

He is risen. He is risen indeed.

Lay Your Armor Down

It feels good to rest the defenses. And my, my---how the tables have turned! I didn't see this one coming. Clarity is not necessarily present, but there's a glimmer of...something?

"Duplicitous by nature, but not by design," so says a wise man. I wonder if more is understood than I grant credit?

My first inclination is to apologize for ambiguity. But I forget that the Manifesto is not limited to journalistic documentation---it also functions as a personal record of my thoughts. And I don't owe anyone an explanation of what goes on inside my head. I forget this sometimes, because of the public nature of my blog. Lately, I've noticed my blog has become a little sterile, and lacks the vulnerability and transparency that it once had.

It's not supposed to make sense to you. So don't ask.

Don't wait, don't wait. The road is now a sudden sea, and suddenly, you're deep enough to lay your armor down. To lay your armor down, to lay your armor down. (CC, DC)

Sexy Body! Sexy Body!

About this time last week, I was fidgeting at work, counting the minutes until I could hop a plane down to Tampa for the annual Menagerie Trip. This year, we decided to visit Tina's home for a dose of sunny Florida weather.

The reunion with Ashley, Amy, Christa and Courtney at the airport was a loud commotion, and the people at the Southwest counter were a bit amused watching us. A few minutes later, when we'd all made it through security and through the terminal, Amy and Christa pulled me aside and gave me some news that made me cry with tears of joy. Because the public nature of this blog, I won't reveal the news, but if you know Amy or Christa, call them up soon.

The five of us babbled the entire plane ride. I had some bad luck and had to sit next to a guy with the black lung. If Ash hadn't of been beside me to keep me laughing, I don't think I could have handled it. Yall know how much of a germaphobe I am... At one point, Courtney made fun of me because I asked them if they wanted a disinfecting hand wipe before we ate our plane snacks. Hey, a girl needs to be prepared, right?

After our late flight into Tampa and excited reunion with Tina, we crashed. Friday morning, the six of us drove to Clearwater, and trekked out to the beach. It was perfect weather, and very hot, but the ocean was ice cold. Lunchtime was spent at Frenchy's and then it was back to the beach for a couple hours more of sun and rocking along to some ghetto-booty favorites.

Friday evening, we prettied ourselves up and headed for dinner at Iavarone's. Tina says that Iavarone's is connected to the mob, so that made our dinner exciting. After we arrived at the restaurant, we're all getting out of the car, and Ashley asks me to open her door for her. The child-safety lock was on, so the only way she could get out was if I let her out. Well, of course, I left her sitting in the car for about a minute, while the rest of us stood there laughing. When Tina went to let Ash out, Ash stormed up to the restaurant, and didn't speak to me through dinnertime. I seriously thought she was kidding, and that made it even funnier. She wasn't though, and she spent the rest of dinner giving me the silent treatment. But my charming ways made her love me again...

Courtney, Tina, Amy, MA, Christa, Ashley

On the way home from dinner, Christa tells us that she's been working out to a Denise Austin DVD for expectant mothers (*ahem*). She says that Denise chants over and over, "sexy body! sexy body!" We got a bit tickled at this and it became our catchphrase of the weekend.

Later that evening, we were all piled on the bed in Tina's guest room for some late night chat. Amy was brushing her hair, and Courtney asked Amy for her hairbrush to do the same to her own hair. When Amy handed Courtney the brush, Court turned up her nose and said, "ew I don't want that one!" We all exploded with laughter as Amy snatched up the "damn" brush. Courtney tried to hastily explain that it wasn't that the brush was funky---it was that the type of brush would cause her hair to become frizzy. Either way, we laughed about it all night.

Saturday morning, we went to Namaste for Yogilates. I am in love with that place and with Stephanie, Tina's yoga instructor. Hopefully Stephanie can find me a yoga/pilates instructor in Nashville as good as she is!

Saturday afternoon, we spent several hours at the pool. Unfortunately, I had to sit under the pool awning after thirty minutes of sunning, because the medication I'm on for my rosacea lessened my sun tolerance. The doctor told me to stay out of the sun altogether, but what's a girl gonna choose when she's presented with sunny Florida weather? I suffered some of the effects of my disobedience though, when my skin started to tingle like it was on fire. And by that evening, I realized I probably had sun poisoning, and a nice red rash came up on my hands and all the way up my arms.

Saturday night we ate at Columbia, my favorite restaurant in Tampa. I had the Pompano en Papillot, filet fish stuffed with crab and shrimp, and baked in parchment. It was delicious. After we got home that evening, Court, Christa, Tina and I played a late-night game of Apples to Apples, where Court schooled us. It was an embarassing loss, because as you all know, I love board games and I always win.

Tina, Amy, Courtney, Christa, Ashley, MA

MA & Amy.5

The weekend flew by, and Sunday rolled quickly. Court, Amy and Ash went to the pool for a couple of hours, and Tina, Christa and I watched Stranger Than Fiction. I really liked it even though it wasn't a typical Will Ferrell role. Sunday afternoon, we all went to The Cheesecake Factory for lunch, and then shopped at Tampa's big mall until it was time to go to the airport.

After a couple of delays (one real, one the product of a lame April Fool's joke), we finally boarded the plane for home---but not before a token TAR moment. It wouldn't be a trip to Florida without one...

Start Saving

If there was ever any question of just how expensive my taste actually is, then I'll take this moment to clarify...

The Cubbies are for sale. Estimates are $600 million plus. My birthday is in ten days. I suggest you all start making arrangements. I'm so worth it.

Read about your competition here.