Apparently most people take off work for their b'earthdays. I guess it's a special day that needs to be celebrated. Who knew?
I've been pretty ambivalent lately about my b'earthday. It drives other people crazy. They want to celebrate and wish me well. I try to avoid it. I even tried to cancel it this year to no avail.
I know I should just thank God for another year but it's hard. Why you say? Well let me give you the run down.
I have NEVER had a birthday party in my honor. Not a one. Not a balloon, a streamer, or a goody bag. Go 'head search the bday files. There's not one picture in my history of me face smeared in cake, wearing a silly cone hat...not one...doesn't exist.
I remember one cake in my younger years...but it was presented to me on July 4th...which happens to be my Dad's b'day & well...Independence Day. BBQs, fireworks, & red, white & blue everything does not a June 29th b'earthday make.
My 21st b'day with the ex was almost awesome. Except we ran into a high school friend who then commented on how fly I was that day...denim tube top, denim mini, hooker heels...I was HOT! My ex got all fire eyes on me & then bought a sweatshirt for me to wear the rest of the night...then I was really HOT!
Oh & then it was my 25th. I really wanted to get all my friends together and go clubbin'. Most of them bailed, or went somewhere else...I still don't know because I didn't speak to them for the rest of the summer. I ended up hanging out with my ex the Bartender Dude & a couple of his friends. I was too fly to stay home. We did have fun so I guess my day was kinda saved.
My hubby has since tried to make my b'earthdays a bit more memorable. There was that one year that we had just learned that we were pregnant. I worked that day & he had my mom make crab cakes and traveled far to Cold Stone Creamery for a Snickers ice cream cake. It would have been awesome except for 3 things. One, ice cream cake at the end of June in Bmore weather traveling a long way to get it is never a good idea. Two, I was newly pregnant and melted ice cream cake was not the business. Three, and this was the most important one. All I wanted was bday sex...that was it. With all the bday preparations guess what...the hubby was too tired. No Jeremih for moi.
There was also my 30th in Vegas. That was the best and not because we were in Vegas. It was awesome because there was a plan and that plan was beautifully executed. We dined at the Top Of The World at the Stratosphere and saw The Beetles Cirque Du Soleil Love Show at the Mirage. We drank, we gambled, we laughed, it was awesome! That was a good year.
Nothing however, will ever compete with my Super Sweet Sixteen. That year was the cat's crap. It started with pretty much no one saying Happy Anything to me, continued with me boxing up my room because my parents were splitting (yes on my bday), and ended with me at my friend's house with his crack head mother helping me look for the money she just stole from me. Yeah that b'earthday was friggin incredible!
So yes, thank you Facebook for reminding folks that it's my bday. Thank you hubby for trying so desperately to make up for the years of crappy bdays. Thank you Nish for not letting me cancel it. Thank you Mom since it really is your birthday anyway.
And I'm sorry that I go to work & try to avoid the whole thing. And I'm sorry that I will continue to over do it on my kids bday to make up for the lack of my own. And I'm sorry if I'm not so lovely today...well it's my bday & I'll pout if I want to. And I'll try to accept your B'earthday wishes with a smile.
But really it is just another day.