It's my birthday and I'll eat Nutella if I want to

On my birthday, all the crazy, zany things of my life. I'm an open book.


~The stars aligned when my birthday was declared World Nutella Day.

~Whenever we play miniature golf as a family, I always win. I'm surrounded by all these guys, all these GOLFING, SPORTY guys, and I win. Makes them most annoyed.

~I laugh maniacally. My brother and sister refer to it as Bia's annoying laugh.


~On a mission trip to Haiti, I was the only one in my group who did NOT succumb to intestinal issues. I was Super Missionary with Intestines of Steel.

~Joe and I were once selected out of the audience to participate in a hobby horse race at a Dolly Parton Show. We won, and we have the medals to prove it.


~At a Beatles tribute concert "Paul McCartney" threw me his guitar pick.


~When I was on a girls' trip to Las Vegas, we met Pete Rose. I didn't know who he was at the time, but I did afterwards. I also met Nicolas Cage, but he was fake. I always wished it had been the other way around -- a real Nicolas Cage and a fake Pete Rose.

~While studying abroad in Spain, we visited a matador training facility (a capea) where I faced down a bull. Well, it was a baby bull. Actually ... it might have been a cow.

~I taught my son's kindergarten class how to dance the Tarantella and introduced them to Nutella.


~My college professor at UGA liked my term paper on Jane Eyre so much that she made me read it aloud to the class.


~My favorite book is Jane Eyre.


~I like art museums. My guys? Not so much. But on Mother's Day and my birthday ... they come around.

~I was once served with a subpoena to appear in court and testify against a drunk driver who hit me head-on and then threw beer bottles into the lake before the police arrived. (And this: while he was destroying evidence I was kneeling in the road next to his dying 7-year old son who had been thrown from the car.) (And yes, the guy was sent to prison. This was his third DUI offense.)


~When I was in the second grade I was chased by a GIANT Irish setter who knocked me to the ground and ate my First Communion prayer book. I have been afraid of dogs ever since.


~I was four months pregnant with Nicholas when I climbed Giotto's bell tower in Florence. Temperatures were in the triple digits and nobody else wanted to do it, but this pregnant lady shamed them into it.


~Last night I texted my sister for help with this post, and she was most helpful.

~So, based on her helpful response ...When I enrolled at UGA I decided to leave my car at home since I was living on campus. My sister totaled it my first week of classes. Let me repeat that: she TOTALED my car. Thanks, Ua!


~Finally, I leave phone messages like I'm dictating a text (not on purpose, either): Hi dear sister EXCLAMATION POINT You still owe me a car PERIOD Like, a real car PERIOD But I'll settle for lunch PERIOD Do you want to meet in Aiken this week QUESTION MARK Love you DOT DOT DOT