To Birthmonth or Not To Birthmonth???

I don't like to "borrow" post ideas from other bloggers, but there have been a few times when I had an idea already and a post by another blogger simply "inspired" me to follow through on my idea. However, this is NOT one of those times. I had never even heard of a "birthmonth" month long birthday celebration until I met Mayra. She introduced me to the term last year. My wife is a big fan of b-day week celebrations (for her's). But a whole month?

I have to decide today if I'm going to have a birthmonth celebration this year. My birthday is on 3/11. The entire month of March is 3/11 this year, so there will never be a better time--according to the Mayans, I probably won't make it to 2111.

Should I do it??? If I did, I'd have an answer to Kym's question regarding where I see myself in 5 years. I would see myself going broke in 5 years celebrating a "2/16" birthmonth for someone else. ;P I better skip my birthmonth celebration.

On another topic, a little while back QVC hostess MeiBelle of Beauty Is Not Caused tagged me with a Versatile Blogger Award. I usually shy away from celebs, but I'm glad we've gotten to be friends--she is really nice. The award rules say to share 7 things about yourself, so here are 7 factoids that hopefully I have not shared before--and that are not answers to my banking security questions. I'll make it all stuff from the 6th grade!

1. My teacher allowed me to skip French class to work on building the school's nature trail...in the woods...alone. He also let me mow his lawn once. Haha!
2. Started playing chess.
3. Was a Corporal in the school's safety patrol.
4. Exchanged letters with a girl whose family moved out of state--"letters" as in two. I thought about responding to her second letter, but in the end it seemed like too much work. There were trees to climb, forts to build, etc. When her family moved back a few years later, she acted like she didn't know me. LOL!
5. Put my time sitting in trees to good use, learned how to immitate the call of a Mourning Dove by clasping my hands together and blowing in at the thumbs. Honest!
6. A fellow student attacked me at my patrol post with the pointy end of a bottle opener. Why yes, I DID go to public school. There was NO danger. He just lunged and missed. I never found out what he had against me--if anything. The world is full of weirdos. Perhaps it was an initiation of some sort.
7. Attended a summer school math class just for fun. The class consisted of about eight 12 year-old boys. On a completely unrelated note, the teacher was very pretty--at least to 12 year-old boys. =)