It's my birthday, and I can be as ridiculous as I want.

Actual daydreamed conversation with Michael Jackson
(who really does have the same birthday as me):

Hey!... Michael!

Kristy!... It's great to see you!

I know! It's great to see you, too.

Wow... (giggle) it's been awhile. I haven't been in one of your daydreams for... ages.

Well, you know how I get sometimes... there's a lot of stuff running around in my head. Bills, boys, household chores... I forget to check in.

But you had to today. (Wink, big smile)

Yeah. I did have to today. (Big smile)

Happy Birthday, Kristy. (Hug)

Happy Birthday, Michael.

Now blowing through... Valentine's Day 2011

My Dearest VDB Fans: I give you this year's submission. Enjoy.


You know, when you stop to think about it, looking for love is a lot like playing golf. You can be competitive, dress the part, and know about all the best clubs, but none of that guarantees that you'll sink the shot. Even with the best intentions, things can get pretty rough out there on the green. And, unfortunately, that's just par for the course.

Whatever you do, don't stoop to ridiculous levels to compensate for your lack of skill. It's not worth the damage to your pride. Or the grass stains on your collared shirt.

Does Valentine's Day blow? You bet your astro-turf it does.

Many hugs,

Kristy

As always, feel free to post your questions/comments/concerns about my take on this delicate topic.