I know it’s soooo goony of me to always celebrate each hundredth column here in ItsNotAboutMe.TV, but that’s the kind of hairpin I am. (I honestly don’t even know what that means, but Mr. X used to always say it, and it just popped into my mind as I began that sentience.)

For these special columns, I always try to find an image with the number and actual columns in it! I’m rarely successful, but this time I got lucky!

As each milestone column comes up, I have less and less to say about it. But, for some reason, unknown to even me, I’ve always liked the number 27. Maybe because I wish that’s the age I am. Or because it adds up to 9, which is Mr. X’s favorite number. I can’t figure it out. If I need to microwave something for thirty seconds, I more often than not set it for one minute, just so that I can stop it when it gets down to 27 seconds. A bit nutty of me, I know.

By this late date, I’m kind-of used to the fact that I spend most of my time writing. And here’s a little secret that I never share: I hate writing! Always have. But after so many years of doing it, I sort-of can’t help myself at this point. I almost can’t see, read, or hear anything without writing a review of it in my head! I make myself crazy sometimes.  (Okay, crazier.)

So I just thought of a great way to commemorate this latest accomplishment! And that is—to make this celebratory article my shortest one ever! You read that right.

So, this, ladies and gentlemen, is the end of this one! I don’t know for whom I’m happier—me to not work that hard today or you guys for getting to read so few words from me! So let’s all be happy about it and call it a day!

For this celebration of another trip around the sun for me, I have no big stories of birthdays past—just gratitude for yet another year. (And a bit of happiness that the girl in the dental office I’ve been frequenting for very many years mentioned the age she was sure I am now, and it’s a good one! So there’s that.)

And as I expressed this past October, I’m also grateful for my decade “strokiversary.” (That means that I’ve been alive for ten years since I had a mini-stroke.) To celebrate that wonderful milestone, I promised myself, and others, that on most days for the next year, I would call someone I’m not in close touch with right now, but whom I still count as a friend and think about with fondness. Those connections have actually been great, even though I’ve been too busy, or too tired, (from being busy!,) to make a call as often as I had planned.

But this birthday brings up an interesting question in that arena—can I count people who call me today with birthday wishes as one of my strokiversary calls??? My friend John, who’s been living up in Ventura for many years, (which means we rarely see each other,) always calls for my bday, so I have purposely not given him a strokiversary call yet. (Which means he’ll get one toward the end of my anniversary year. Whether he wants it or not!) So I will be spending at least an hour on the phone with him today. That begs the original query—can I count his call as one of my own? (There’s no way I will be making a call to anyone on my own special day!)

Outside of phone calls, I have a request. If you’re so inclined, there’s actually a minuscule bday gift I would love from all of you. It’s the same one I asked for during the recent holidays—for those of you INAM readers who don’t already follow me on social media, to do so now. (Of course, my real druthers are services, such as massages, facials, mani/pedis, or fun meals out, like brunch or afternoon tea. But following me is much easier, for everyone involved! And I’m happy to report that several of my very good friends have already asked me to lunch this week, so I’m a happy birthday girl.)

Okay, here’s all the info you need to follow me:

X, the former Twitter: @MajorCelebrity



Facebook Fan Page: It’s Not About Me TV

Instagram: majorcelebrity

YouTube Channel: www.youtube.com/channel/UCF7mwI2jwcB2xB9dBCBxLZg

Thank you all so much, from the bottom of my one-year-older heart!

And now, let me be among the first to wish myself a very Happy Birthday! And a fabulous 2026.

I hope that every one of you had a good New Year’s Eve and a fun, or at least pleasant, New Year’s Day. I thank all the people who wished me the best.

Now, let’s get down to my special thoughts for 2026.

For my first column of 2024, (so two years ago,) I suggested that we all practice kindness for the next twelve months, which I hope that most of us did. (I did, but I always have for my whole life; I can’t fathom why so many others don’t.) I’m hoping that continues for eternity for all of us.

And now I have a new suggestion for 2026.

And that is that we all make a habit of positivity. While not discarding kindness, of course. But being positive is actually being kind to ourselves, which we often forget to do. I promise you—just a few short deep breaths while thinking “positivity,” and then exhaling “negativity,” really help calm you down. If it works for worrywart moi, it will work for anybody!

I’ve long believed in positivity, but until I heard an athlete talking about it during the Summer Olympics last year, I never applied it like I do now. As you may know, I watch just about every second of Olympics TV coverage, and one night, Long Jump Champion Tara Davis-Woodhall was explaining how she’s able to keep calm and focus in front of all those people when she’s competing on that highest of levels. What she said has helped me immensely since then, especially in our country’s very trying times in the past year. She said that she “breathes in positivity and breathes out negativity.” And then she won the gold a few days later! Ever since then, I do it three times in a row several times a day, especially when I’m stressing about something. And I’m a believer, both in positivity and Tara!

Here’s one little personal story about how positivity works, even before I started doing it myself: About ten years ago, my best friend at the time, Alice, and I were at the opening of a show, which, in an unusual move, had the opening night party before the show instead of after. It was fabulous.

The actual packaged ice cream cones from the party. Photo by Karen Salkin.

After a while, we were both totally full from the hot dogs, but we each took a packaged ice cream cone, (meaning in a wrapper,) out to the patio, near where we were parked, to eat them. And all of a sudden, we both realized that we were stuffed to the gills, and didn’t want to eat any more. But obviously, we couldn’t put the cones back into gen pop after we had them in our possession. So Alice said not to worry about it, that she would go out to the car, put them in the trunk, and we’d eat them after the show.

So I shockingly queried, “You’re going to put ice cream in the trunk of your car and think it’s not going to melt in the next three hours???” But she told me to stop being negative; she said to just be positive, and it would work out.

And I still can’t believe it to this day, but those cones did not melt! At all! They were still perfect after the show! That’s when I really started believing in the power of positive thinking.

So that’s my big beginning-of-the-year tip! I hope it helps.

And Happy 2026! I’m optimistic that together, we can make life work.

I usually celebrate my anniversary with Los Angeles in this e-zine on the exact day, July 27th. But that date falls on Sunday this year, so I’m doing so today, two days in advance. That’s okay, though, because I get the added happiness of looking forward to it for these extra couple of days.

This PCH beach scene could have been shot in ANY summer, could it not? Photo by Karen Salkin, as is the one above.

There’s not too much left to say about my anniversary than I already have in my previous articles on the topic here in INAM, for most of the past fifteen years, (I neglected to write about it a few times, usually because one review or essay or rant took precedence on the date,) but I really do still love this city, and am always soooo grateful to have discovered it to begin with.

If you’d like to hear about my crazy teen-age journey from Brooklyn to LA, (with a few digressions, of course—have you met me?!,) including why I decided to stay, and how I celebrate my anniversary with LA each and every year, here’s the link to my YouTube video on the subject: www.youtube.com/watch?v=_gtPybsO6VE&feature=youtu.be. I actually shot it a few years ago, so I’m a tad chubbier in the vid than I am now, in case you’re a judger, (as I often am, especially of myself!)

One of Karen Salkin’s yearly photos at her beloved Gayley Ave. building, right at the back of the address sign.  Photo by INAM staff.

Now here’s the important aspect of what I have to say in the video, for not only your girl here. My tale is truly not just about me. It’s actually a story about life and opportunities and being brave and realizing what you really want. And looking for signs from the universe.

So even though we’re celebrating me this weekend, (and LA, of course,) I hope that everyone who watches this video will be able to apply something from it to their own lives. In great ways only!

Happy Anniversary to L.A. and me! On Sunday, and every year!

Shockingly, I’ve neglected to celebrate Mr. X and my anniversary here on INAM for the past couple of years! No reason for the omissions; just other topics needed to occupy this space more at the time.

But no worries—he’s still my captive! And, secretly, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

And, luckily for me, he’s still the same incredibly funny person he’s been since Day 1. Well, actually, since probably Day 2 or 3. That’s because I don’t really know what to count as most of the “firsts.” I know dates of everything, but I first laid eyes on him a day before I met him! So I had no idea that he was funny on that very first day of being in love with him.

In case I haven’t ever mentioned how we met, let me do that now. The very short story is that on my fourth ever night in LA, as a teenager, I saw him in a serious play. I had no idea that he was the funniest person ever, nor that has the most gorgeous back in history, but I immediately saw that he’s a great actor. And I was smitten.

Karen Salkin on the very left, in the costume that was the first dress Mr. X ever zipped her up in!

I wound-up meeting him the next night. I was backstage at his play, (long story, but no—I was not stalking him…yet,) and the girls in the play told me to don an extra costume they had, and come onstage in a funeral scene! (I would be making my LA stage debut, without even realizing it!) So, naturally, I needed someone to close the back of the dress for me. I noticed Mr. X checking me out, so my very first words to him were, “Wanna zip me up?” He looked a tad surprised, but was happy to do so. At the time, that is; he didn’t realize that I meant “for the rest of our lives!”

But that’s precisely what he’s been doing. And I could not be more thrilled about that situation.

Okay, so you’d like to know exactly what July 7th is our anniversary of? It’s the long ago date on which I returned to LA from living in Malta for half a year, and went straight to his house. And never left!

So that’s the very quick story of why I hope that today you will all join me in once again saying: Happy Anniversary to Mr. X and me!

Even I’m shocked by this accomplishment, (writing 2,600 columns!,) especially because my computer went down at the beginning of June. I was worried about how I was going to be able to run this e-zine, ItsNotAboutMe.TV, from Mr. X’s laptop, which I don’t even get that much access to. As hard as it is for him to share his computer, it was even worse for me to live without my own desktop one for that many months.

What a perfect pic for my 2,600th column for this e-zine, in conjunctune with my tale of computer woes!

I’m sorry to say this to you people who rely solely on a laptop, but I feel like my writing isn’t real until I get it sorted-out on my big desktop. I more often than not do most of my work on that one, but I have to admit that when I watch sports, I do start some articles on a laptop so I can sit in front of the TV doing so. But my own laptop broke-down during the pandemic. Mr. X bought me a new one, (a pretty pink one, to boot!,) for my birthday last year, but I made him return it because I feel that he’s the one who deserves the new one, and I’ll take his old one, since I don’t use it that often. We never got around to that little errand, though, so we make do with what we have.

And then came that fateful day that my desktop totally stopped working. It took six months to get my new desktop, which was quite the ordeal. If you’re curious as to why, it was because we had to special order one with extra storage to accommodate INAM! (Who knew?!) And then when it finally came in, it was…a lemon! I spent sooooo many hours working with Apple trying to get it working, with no luck. So we had to go through the entire torturous process all over again. That was about three months ago, and it’s still not right!

Happy 2,600 to me!

OMG—I had zero plans of telling you any of that! Especially during my celebration of my 2,600th column!

So back to that topic. I’m actually pretty proud of myself for reaching this milestone. I only hope that you all have found my articles to be either entertaining or informative, or best yet, both!

Now I have to be done with this one because it’s on to the next thou for me!

I have always loved my January 14 birthday. I feel that January is the prettiest name of a month, and 14 is my favorite number.

That snow says it all.

But for my entire life, my bday celebrations have often been hampered a bit by it occurring on that date. First of all, it falls three weeks after the holidays, so people are often partied-out by then. (And, on a super-shallow note, they don’t have the mind power to come up with any more fabulous gifts at that time.) And, second of all, growing-up in New York winters, some of my friends would get sick in the beginning of the year, and therefore couldn’t make it to my parties, which made me sad for them, so I couldn’t fully enjoy my own day.

But this year, with the apocalyptic fires all over this city, is like nothing else any of us have ever experienced. If it’s possible, I feel even worse today than I did the year I had just lost my mother on Christmas, because this is truly a tragedy, involving multiple deaths and soooo much devastation. (If you’re not aware of what has been going on here in LA for the past week, here’s the link to my article about it from last week: itsnotaboutme.tv/news/news-the-los-angeles-fires.)

The darkness of this missive to myself suits this year better than my usual festive colors.

So I’m choosing to not be Nero, who is said to have infamously “fiddled while Rome burned,” (even though fiddles weren’t yet in existence, but you know what I mean,) and discuss much about my birthday today that does not pertain to the fires.

For a little while, I had actually been wondering what I was going to write for the occasion this year. Nothing special was coming to me, and then after the night that the LA Fires began exactly a week ago today, I woke up reminiscing about the connection between Pacific Palisades, (the main fire area, which is close to me,) and my birthday.

So I’m paying a little tribute to that adorable town with this tale about that relationship, which I always still feel today.

I actually first saw Pacific Palisades the day after my 20th birthday, on which I literally almost died! For real. I had been in Los Angeles for less than a year, and my life was centered around Westwood, and West LA, with a little bit of knowledge of Santa Monica and, quite surprisingly to everyone, (including me,) Silver Lake. And that’s all I knew of LA.

So early on my 20th birthday, John, a cute guy friend who lived in Topanga Canyon, took me out for a very special LA day. Someone had dropped him off at my West LA abode, so we used my vehicle for our adventure. In the late afternoon, (before my birthday dinner date with a different guy!,) I drove him back to his mountain abode, in what was my very first car, which I had owned for only a couple of months at that point.

A view coming down Topanga Canyon, but my birthday accident was much higher up, where it was steeper, and in the dark!

John had driven it up there, and I went into his geodesic dome to meet his roomies. (These deets aren’t necessary to the story, but I’m trying to paint a complete picture for you.) When I started my car to leave, it would not move! So I ran back to get him, and he showed me that he had put my emergency brake on when he parked it. I had never even heard of that brake before! So he decided to follow me down the canyon to make sure I got to the bottom okay.

Thank goodness he did, and had shown me that emergency brake because, as you may have guessed, my brakes failed, and I was headed for the edge of the road! As I hit the guardrail, and my car was about to go over the cliff, which would have certainly been curtains for me, I remembered the emergency brake whose existence I had just learned of ten minutes before, and pulled it on, which stopped the car with only the front over the edge!!! So John drove me home, (after a quick bday supper at his place, so I’d still be hungry for my planned birthday dinner at the Beverly Wilshire Hotel, which has been my fave ever since that night.)

The next day, a couple of girlfriends took me back to get my car towed. (Yes, I am an idiot who left it on the canyon that night. But it was off to the side, since it was halfway over the edge! And my young sheltered self had no idea what to do about the situation.)

Pacific Palisades in modern times, prior to the fires. It’s not exactly my first view of that area, but somewhat similar.

And the route they took to get us to Topanga was…through Pacific Palisades, which I had never even heard of before! We drove west on Sunset Blvd. from Buddy Drive, down a normal road of some houses and rusticness, and then, all of a sudden, we came upon this lovely little village! It was like Brigadoon to me! I had zero knowledge that this tiny town was just a few minutes away from my West LA apartment!  I was instantly in love with it. I felt that it was actually too magical for me to even get out and explore.

And, I swear, I have never lost that feeling whenever I come upon it, which isn’t often. I think that I never wanted to visit that area on the regular in order to preserve that magic.

And here’s a crazy update on my story: Shockingly, in my very cluttered and disorganized house, I know exactly where my old diaries are! (Priorities, am I right?) And yesterday, within one minute of opening the bag containing them, the one from my twentieth birthday was in my hand. I was happy to see that I wrote all about it, and that it was basically exactly as I remembered, and had just written about here! The weird thing is that I didn’t write in it again for about a month. I guess a twenty-year-old girl has more to do than just archive her day-to-day activities. But just to show you how I reported the “incident” correctly to you, here are the first lines of what I wrote that day, (which I did not read until after I finished writing about it all, above):

The actual diary page from my 20th birthday! Photo by Karen Salkin.

“I had a really nice birthday, except that I was almost killed! I was driving down the mountain from Topanga, & the brakes blew-out! I turned just in time to avoid going off the cliff, but I really f***ed the car up! Now I have to have the transmission, oil pan, brakes, & fender fixed! I’m really unhappy about it, but I’m glad I’m still alive!” [Note: And I’m glad that I knew the proper use of hyphens and commas even back then! And I loved discovering that my current liberal use of exclamation marks has always been my practice!]

Exactly.

And that’s exactly how I feel on my birthday today—grateful to still be alive, perhaps today more than ever after witnessing just how much others around me have tragically lost.

So I’m actually not going to be doing much for my birthday today because I’m so devastated for everyone in my beloved city. Now, exactly a week on from the start of the catastrophic fires, it’s hard to celebrate anything, even my birthday.  But I’m lucky enough to have many pals who’ve sent me cards and messages, have already called me, and have made plans to take me out for it. But, because of the dangers and sadness around here, I’ve postponed all bday celebrations until the officials give us the go-ahead to leave our houses safely, and even then, only if all the people involved are still up for it.

But there’s actually something simple I’d love from you guys, if you’d like to get in on the stay-at-home quasi-celebration. (And no—it’s not like the shocking GoFundMe that gazillionaire actress Mandy Moore set-up to help her family who lost their house in the fire, even though she could have just given them the money herself!) It’s that if you don’t already follow me on my several platforms, I would so love you to do that right now, as a mini birthday gift.

Her face says what I’m feeling this year.

Here’s all the info you need:

Instagram: majorcelebrity

Twitter: @MajorCelebrity

Facebook Fan Page: It’s Not About Me TV

YouTube Channel: www.youtube.com/channel/UCF7mwI2jwcB2xB9dBCBxLZg

Thank you for that!

And, happily for me this year, I’m not the first one to wish me a Happy Birthday, and I’m hoping that I’m not the last.

This is my 2,500th column for ItsNotAboutMe.TV! (AKA: INAM.) Even I can’t believe it! And I’ve seen myself write them all!

If you examine this image closely, you’ll notice that it says “2500” up the left side, and “Columns” in the middle. Which is a unique way of celebrating my 2,500 columns!

I feel like Minnesota Timberwolf Karl-Anthony Townes during the recent basketball play-offs when he claimed that he shoots an astonishing fifteen hundred shots a day, which all the commentators pooh-poohed, saying that’s just not possible. And writing 2,500 articles seems like the same impossibility for yours truly.

But it is, indeed, true. If the pandemic hadn’t hit, there would have actually been many more by now because INAM was a five-days-a-week publication prior to the middle of March 2020. But it was difficult to keep that up when there was nothing happening in the outside world to write about! Am I right or am I right?

So I had to cut back to just two or three columns a week during that siege, and write mainly essays or about sports.

But we’ve been back on track and running right on time for a while now, even though I got sort-of used to the luxury of not having to work as hard as I had been doing for years before life slowed down for most of us. (Except for first responders and essential personnel, of course.) So now I’m extremely grateful to have the world-at-large back and vibrant again. There are sooo many shows and events to review for you now, in addition to the plethora of gossip and gifting.

Yay!

The only category I haven’t gotten back to fully yet is restaurant reviews because I’m still a bit paranoid about other people touching my food. And not just the preparers and servers—when my posse and I review, we all share. That’s how we’ve been doing it for decades, ever since the very first episode of my former TV show, Karen’s Restaurant Revue! The thought of someone else’s fork digging into my dinner is scary now. But, for all you fans of my original reporting purpose in life, I’m happy to remind you that I began doing restaurant reviews again just this week! I hope you read it. (But if you missed it somehow, here’s the link to it: itsnotaboutme.tv/news/dining-blue-birdy-gastropub.)

And now I must end this self-congratulatory missive because…I have to get cracking on my next 2,500!

HAPPY ST. PATRICK’S DAY 2024 ON SUNDAY (BUT BEWARE THE IDES OF MARCH TODAY!)

Luckily for those of you who want to celebrate this fun holiday, but didn’t realize the date amongst the rest of your uber-busy lives, you have me here to remind you! So now you have two days to get it together because it’s not until Sunday.

What a beautiful cake with which to celebrate the occasion!

However, I have a feeling that many of you will be partying tomorrow night, because it’s Saturday, which means that instead of doing a pub crawl on Sunday, you’ll be doing a bathroom floor crawl! (At least that’s what I understand—I don’t drink, so I’ve never been drunk.)

After I had already written almost this entire column, I finally realized what today, March 15th, is—it’s the dreaded Ides of March! So, just as Julius Caesar was warned–Beware the Ides of March!

As I shared on a previous occasion when I published my Happy St. Patrick’s Day column on the 15th because it occurred on the upcoming week-end, I have a wee amusing anecdote about these two days together. Here ’tis:

I think the knife in the background says it all!

One of my less-bright pals, who gets many things wrong in life, called me on one past March 15th, and asked seriously, “Karen, be honest—do you have to worry about the Ides if you’re not Irish?!” I couldn’t even laugh at the absurdity of that query; her perpetual wrongness usually makes me laugh, but this one took the cake. I had to explain that the only things that being Irish and the Ides of March have in common is…that they both begin with an “I!!!!”

Getting back to reality, just as these dates worked out five years ago, not only is this Sunday, the 17th, St. Paddy’s Day, but it’s also the college basketball March Madness Selection Show, which those who’ve been paying attention to this e-zine know I don’t want to miss. It’s tons of fun to see all the young players get soooo excited when their school is called.

Karen Salkin rocking tons of Shamrock Green, (including earrings, all her eye make-up, and even green glasses on top of her head!,) ahead of St. Patrick’s Day. Photo by Mr. X.

But I will miss it happening live, and not because of this Irish holiday. Rather, I’ll be at an Opening Night that I’ll tell you about next week. But in a green dress, of course.

Speaking of green, a little heads-up if you go anywhere today: if you’re not wearing green, prepare to be pinched! I know that I’ll be taking advantage of that rule! I’ve given you fair warning. I’m always safe because I polish my nails in at least one shade of the warm color. A further advantage of doing that now is that bright green is being touted in the fashion world as one of the favorite colors for Spring, (which begins on Tuesday, by the way.) So there’s that.

So, I hope that you all follow suit on Sunday, with nails, attire, accessories, whatever—just not teeth!

And I wish all of you a wonderful, fun, safe, and especially non-drunk, Happy St. Patrick’s Day! (And maybe stay put for today.)

This will be my first birthday since the world is basically back fully open, so it will be tad strange for me. (But I was thrilled to recently discover that Princess Kate, whom I adore, is my fellow Capricorn! That new knowledge certainly cheered me up a bit. We classy ladies—well, one of us, anyway–have to stick together.)

Many years ago, one of my gal pals invited a few of her best friends to dinner to celebrate her b-day. I had been friends with her husband first, and I felt bad that he wasn’t doing anything special for her that year, instead of her having to not only spend it with us girls, but being the one to treat us!

When I asked why she wasn’t doing anything with him that night, she answered with one of the smartest things I had ever heard in this birthday category. She told me that she didn’t want the occasion to be anyone else’s responsibility! She said this way, she knows that someone will be there for her–in this case, us pals–and that she’ll have a nice birthday with no pain. I so respected her for that maturity, and took her message to heart.

So, after years of leaving it all up to Mr. X, and to my two boyfriends before him dating back to my teen-age years, and usually being at least a tad disappointed, (but rarely by Mr. X,) I finally started handling my own celebrations, usually by throwing myself one fabulous fete or another. Each one was different and special. (Mr. X totally helped with them; I just wanted the creations to come from me.)

And then, about a dozen years ago, because of close-to-my-bday very sad events, (like the death of my beloved little mo,) I just stopped doing them. Occasionally, friends came through for me, anyway, and I still had some happy-ish birthdays. And then came the pandemic.

So, it was back to Mr. X to make January 14th special for me. Which he has for these past three years. Actually, we had good ones a couple of times before Covid. Believe it or not, I’m a simple girl who is happy with a simple time, and just going out to dinner and a screening are enough to celebrate me. My choices for those simple celebrations were special because, outside of those birthdays, Mr. X has rarely ever come to screenings with me, and sitting in a restaurant is anathema to him.

Now here we are again, with my 2024 birthday coming up on Sunday. And can you guess what’s going to derail it this year?  Football play-offs, of course! And an awards show. Which leaves me no time to even accept phone calls that day! (But I’m hoping for lots of phone messages.) There are three important pigskin games on the 14th, followed by the Critics Choice awards. That would be a perfect day for me, in general, but not when it’s my birthday. I’m actually relieved it will be on a week-day next year!

That all means that January 14, 2024 will wind-up being kind of yin-and-yang for me. It will be a fun day at home, but with nothing birthday-esque happening for me, outside of our annual tradition that I hope Mr. X will do again for me—putting many fun and beautiful birthday cards all over the house, most with cash in them! I always tell him he doesn’t have to do that again, but I’m thrilled that, in this one instance, he does not listen to me!!!

So I think I’ll defer my celebration until the end of the month, when Mr. X will be coming with me to the opening of Matthew Bourne’s Romeo and Juliet at the Ahmanson, an event I’m awaiting with bated breath. And since we have to vote for the Screen Actors Guild Awards in about six weeks, I’ll count any screening or events for it that he comes to with me as in my “things he did for my birthday” column.

By the way, I’m not complaining, not even one little bit. I’m rather just reporting. Believe me, I am always grateful for another year of life! Every day!

So here we are. As usual, there are few material gifts necessary this year. The only things in life I crave are services, such as massages, facials, and mani-pedis; great meals, especially afternoon tea; and being taken to fun events, such as a show or concert.

But, outside of those, there is always an absolute lovely, easy, and free way for everyone to help me celebrate! And that is to follow me on any and all of my social media platforms, if you don’t already.  I always appreciate the support.

Here’s all the info you need to do that:

X, (formerly) Twitter: @MajorCelebrity
Facebook Fan Page: It’s Not About Me TV
Instagram: majorcelebrity
YouTube Channel: www.youtube.com/channel/UCF7mwI2jwcB2xB9dBCBxLZg

And just in case no one else does, I’m wishing myself a very Happy Birthday right now, these two days in advance. Someone has to get the ball rolling, so it might as well be me!