TO ME!
Yep, today is my birthday! Yea! me.
Ever since my eight birthday when my mom declared me "too old" for a cake and baked a BANANA BREAD (not even my favorite) instead, my birthdays have always been a phenomenal disappointment. Personally, I think it's the combination of expecting too much and being bashful about making a big deal over it...
For one thing, my birthday coincides with Father's Day-- usually a few days right before, on, or after. Not a real holiday, just a "Hallmark" one, but people have pressing family obligations nonetheless. Especially now that many of our closest friends ARE fathers...
And don't even get me started on being a kid with a summer birthday... No birthday balloons on my locker. No homemade cupcakes to share with my class. Not that my mom would have made any. Looking back, I think she was just being lazy or trying to get rid of some old bananas, but oh well...
It's not that loved ones haven't tried to make my birthday special. There was my 21st birthday when a huge night of irresponsible binge drinking was intended, but none of my friends who had already reached legal drinking age could recommend one lousy bar (LAME!) ... and like I knew.
We ended up drinking nasty Bud Lite (also, not my favorite) in my apartment until the wee hours. Ever since then, I've made it my business to know exactly where the next hot new place is. I may never go, mind you, but at least I can claim I'm still cool for knowing...
Then, there was my 24th birthday, when my husband (then fiance) planned an elaborate surprise party for me at a fun restaurant... totally unbeknownst to me. To throw me off, he had planned it for a week before my actual birth date and pretended that we were going out for something else. I forget what the ruse was exactly, but apparently it wasn't compelling enough to get off the phone with my mom.
We were ARGUING about my upcoming wedding, of course, and my mom was having yet another "it's all about me" moments. We were on the phone FORever and I was so upset that I decided to blew off dinner...
My husband had to ruin the surprise to convince me to leave my apartment. We were TWO hours late at this point...
I kept a smile on my face the whole time. It was a GREAT surprise after all, but I was much too embarrassed about making everyone wait so freakin' long for me and about being puffy and tear-soaked to really enjoy it. I hate, hate, HATE making people wait on me.
Well, this year I took matters in my own hands and decided to spend my day with my favorite people. Favorite Person 1 (my husband) took the day off to take care of Favorite Person 2 (our son) so I could spend the morning with my new favorite people at the Four Seasons Spa.
There I had a luuuuuuuxurous pedicure and body treatment/massage. Wrapped in a soft robe, sipped cucumber water, and thumbing through the very latest gossip mags in total peace and tranquility between treatments, I mentioned to someone that I could easily drift off right here in my chair. They suggested that I SHOULD and directed me to where I could find some pillows and blankets that the spa keeps on hand for that specific purpose.... "oh! and stay here for as long as you want"
Whoa, reading undisturbed AND a nap... I could have stayed there the rest of the day.
Unfortunately, I was starving. Being pampered is hard work. I mean, you have to sit still for soooo long... (hehe). My husband and son arrived in time to take me to lunch and to do some shopping.
Okay fine... so it was grocery shopping. As much as I would like the world to stop in honor my birthday, dinner still has to be made, cheese still goes bad, and milk still runs out... bah!
Not that I should be complaining. We ran out of food, because my husband not only made my favorite breakfast of eggs, turkey bacon (yes, I'm addicted too), and toast this morning, he also baked me a cake. Yes, a man who still uses the blender as a food processor actually baked... AND bought me a card.
In the afternoon, my sister and her boyfriend showed up to present me with an Edible Arrangement of chocolate covered strawberries-- Another favorite!
This is officially the best b-day every.
Yep, today is my birthday! Yea! me.
Ever since my eight birthday when my mom declared me "too old" for a cake and baked a BANANA BREAD (not even my favorite) instead, my birthdays have always been a phenomenal disappointment. Personally, I think it's the combination of expecting too much and being bashful about making a big deal over it...
For one thing, my birthday coincides with Father's Day-- usually a few days right before, on, or after. Not a real holiday, just a "Hallmark" one, but people have pressing family obligations nonetheless. Especially now that many of our closest friends ARE fathers...
And don't even get me started on being a kid with a summer birthday... No birthday balloons on my locker. No homemade cupcakes to share with my class. Not that my mom would have made any. Looking back, I think she was just being lazy or trying to get rid of some old bananas, but oh well...
It's not that loved ones haven't tried to make my birthday special. There was my 21st birthday when a huge night of irresponsible binge drinking was intended, but none of my friends who had already reached legal drinking age could recommend one lousy bar (LAME!) ... and like I knew.
We ended up drinking nasty Bud Lite (also, not my favorite) in my apartment until the wee hours. Ever since then, I've made it my business to know exactly where the next hot new place is. I may never go, mind you, but at least I can claim I'm still cool for knowing...
Then, there was my 24th birthday, when my husband (then fiance) planned an elaborate surprise party for me at a fun restaurant... totally unbeknownst to me. To throw me off, he had planned it for a week before my actual birth date and pretended that we were going out for something else. I forget what the ruse was exactly, but apparently it wasn't compelling enough to get off the phone with my mom.
We were ARGUING about my upcoming wedding, of course, and my mom was having yet another "it's all about me" moments. We were on the phone FORever and I was so upset that I decided to blew off dinner...
My husband had to ruin the surprise to convince me to leave my apartment. We were TWO hours late at this point...
I kept a smile on my face the whole time. It was a GREAT surprise after all, but I was much too embarrassed about making everyone wait so freakin' long for me and about being puffy and tear-soaked to really enjoy it. I hate, hate, HATE making people wait on me.
Well, this year I took matters in my own hands and decided to spend my day with my favorite people. Favorite Person 1 (my husband) took the day off to take care of Favorite Person 2 (our son) so I could spend the morning with my new favorite people at the Four Seasons Spa.
There I had a luuuuuuuxurous pedicure and body treatment/massage. Wrapped in a soft robe, sipped cucumber water, and thumbing through the very latest gossip mags in total peace and tranquility between treatments, I mentioned to someone that I could easily drift off right here in my chair. They suggested that I SHOULD and directed me to where I could find some pillows and blankets that the spa keeps on hand for that specific purpose.... "oh! and stay here for as long as you want"
Whoa, reading undisturbed AND a nap... I could have stayed there the rest of the day.
Unfortunately, I was starving. Being pampered is hard work. I mean, you have to sit still for soooo long... (hehe). My husband and son arrived in time to take me to lunch and to do some shopping.
Okay fine... so it was grocery shopping. As much as I would like the world to stop in honor my birthday, dinner still has to be made, cheese still goes bad, and milk still runs out... bah!
Not that I should be complaining. We ran out of food, because my husband not only made my favorite breakfast of eggs, turkey bacon (yes, I'm addicted too), and toast this morning, he also baked me a cake. Yes, a man who still uses the blender as a food processor actually baked... AND bought me a card.
In the afternoon, my sister and her boyfriend showed up to present me with an Edible Arrangement of chocolate covered strawberries-- Another favorite!
This is officially the best b-day every.
1 comment:
Happy Belated Bday, GHD!!
I'm glad (and a little envious) that you had such a great bday.
You certainly deserved it - all moms do.
:)
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