Birthdays, Christmas and New Year

It is DB's birthday tomorrow. I always feel a little sad for people who have birthdays close to Christmas. My friend had her baby this Christmas day. This baby is destined for a life of joint Christmas and birthday presents. The celebration of her birth will invariably be overshadowed by the festivities of Christmas. Perhaps I am just a little selfish. I don't want to share my birthday with anyone. Even Jesus.
Poor DB. Usually I don't even go to the effort of wrapping his presents in birthday paper. I just wrap them with the Christmas paper. This year however I have relented and got him some birthday paper. You know the kind they do for men. Dark colours with footballs and/or speedboats. Last year he was thirty and I forgot to buy the poor bugger a birthday card (if he ever did the same to me this would be a spare room offence). So I set my alarm and got up extra early to drive to the local petrol station. I did confess to what I had done and he said I shouldn't have bothered but I know he was glad I did.
Anyhow, this year I am working a night shift on New Year's eve (DB's birthday). This is so that I could have Christmas and boxing day off. I couldn't really argue.
On the subject of New Year I have decided that my resolutions for the New Year are as follows:
1. Stop smoking (this has been my new year's resolution nearly every year since I was 15 with a three year break in from 2003 to 2006 when I actually managed it).
2. Be less bitchy (also one that rears its ugly head every year).
3. Find a job that I actually like. (I'm thinking along the lines of millionaire play girl, property developer, novelist, or my truly heart felt one: Mum.)
4 Be happy. (easy peasy eh?)
I'll let you know how I get on.