Eventually we all reach an age where birthdays, quite frankly, just aren’t all that exciting anymore. For me, apparently it’s this one – ripe, old “37” … which i...
Whether you’re shopping for a kid who’s just turning one year old, or maybe five, or perhaps even thirty-six, the art of shopping for the perfect birthday toy is not one to be taken l...
Ahhh, the ripe young age of two years-old – a time filled with Goldfish crackers and sippy cups, when every toy is a new opportunity to trip up your parents and the whole world is your jungle ...
Normally I'm not really even one for "practical gifts" because I feel like if I really need a new pair of socks, I'd much rather just go buy them myself than waste valuable birthday merriment unwrappi...
Yep, the rumors you’ve heard are correct – the birthday of yours truly is, in fact, coming up just next week, but before you break out the party poppers and strike up the band, I think it’s impo...
I just plucked my first grey hair. Last week was my birthday, when I turned the ripe, young age of 28 years-old, and up until this morning, I didn’t feel all that bad about it. I mean, sure, I’m g...
That’s right – my TV is bigger than yours. I’ll allow another moment or three for that to sink in with my male readers and an equal amount of time to allow the ladies a chance to roll their ...
You’d think I’d be excited, what with the National Holiday of Scott’s Birthday upon us once again! Crepe paper and balloons line the streets, parades and carnivals unite the town in song and dan...