Tomorrow is my birthday & I’ve finally reached “that” number.  Ask any woman how old she is and she’ll wink and say, “Twenty-nine!”  Seriously, I’m really turning 29 and for the record, I’ll be turning 29 again next year, too. 

Birthdays are Special

Once, when I was a sassy early teenager I remarked to my mother that my birthdays were always terrible.  Almost needless to say, this did not sit well with my mother who had joyfully crafted  birthday cakes of all shapes, sizes, & designs, decorated the chandeliers with colored streamers, & hosted party after party for me each July.  My sassiness did not go unpunished — I had to write an essay about how my parents always made my birthday special.  She sure fixed me, but she also helped me to appreciate the lengths my parents have always gone to make us feel special.

My Birthday Buddy

In third grade, I moved to a new town and instantly became friends with A — I loved her red hair, her appetite for candy, & the fact that her birthday was the day after mine.  Birthday buddies!  (Insert *squeal!*)  We got such a kick out of that for the longest time.  Happy 29th Birthday, ALB!  I’ll be singing to you at 12:01 am. 

How to celebrate?

When you’re a kid, you ALWAYS know EXACTLY how you want to celebrate your big day & ALWAYS, ALWAYS know what you want gifted upon you.  Through the years, there were Cabbage Patch Kids, a banana seat bicycle, My Little Pony sleeping bag, a piano, $$$$$, clothes, and Barbies out the wazoo.  I wish I could be 7 again because I have no idea what I’d like to do tomorrow.  The best I can come up with is a pedicure & an eyebrow wax. 

There’s nothing like getting the hair ripped off your face to say, “Happy Birthday!” 

Any suggestions? 

June 30th, 2009 The FW Posted in Uncategorized | 2 Comments »

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