birthday covet

Every year I usually start a 2-ish month countdown to my birthday because I am the most important person in the people who know me lives, so they should have adequate time to acquire a wonderful present for me.  For them to have adequate time, they need a good, long countdown.

I have to stop doing this because last year the man threatened to not give me my birthday gift because I pestered him with my countdown.  I also tried to guess the gift as well so I was just an all around pain in his ass.  But this year I can’t countdown.  BOO.  Well, I can’t countdown out loud, so I have a countdown for myself.  In my head.  Kind of like talking to myself, only birthday specific.  WOOT!

The countdown in my head for my birthday is for me to get ME a great birthday gift.  And I am a picky gift receiver, this I know, so I need this time to find something that will blow my own socks off.  Something that will ensure that I continue to love me, even if I do something stupid because I can always remember that AWESOME gift I got myself for my birthday.  All is redeemed.

Also, this birthday, which will be my 25th, will kind of be overlooked because there are other more important things going on in the days surrounding my birthday.  It’s cool.  I ain’t no princess, I can handle that.  But because of that, I’m gonna scrounge up something real neat for myself to remind myself that I’m special (to me).

So I covet this digital SLR camera.  For a hefty price of $700, this is a gift that will keep giving.  When I’m 28, I’ll still appreciate the fact that I splurged on this for my 25th birthday. 

I love to take photos, but I don’t anymore because: the ex took my film SLR camera, and I’m unenthused with the digital camera I have.  For quite a while, I actually developed photos as a living, I’m not half-stupid when it comes to films and photos.  In fact, that’s what I was doing with DSLRs first come onto the market, and they started at 6 mega-pixels.  Anyway, the current digi gives me very little control over the photos being taken.  I’m a control freak.  Me and that camera don’t see eye-to-eye.  It’s lame.  But adequate.

And with a handsome ass dog like the Rabid Beast and a gorgeous ass boyfriend like the Man, how can I NOT get a sweet ass camera to capture their masculine beauties?  Even if the Rabid Beast thinks the camera is stealing his soul, and attacks thusly, and the Man isn’t fond of being photographed.  Too bad!  I’m snap happy.  Besides, the world is full of inspiration.  There are silhouettes to be captured and family events to be memorialized. 

But $700 ducks in a bucket is quite the price to pay.  Maybe I’ll just buy a new pair of Payless Shoes during their BoGo event.  That would give my cheap butt just as much pleasure.