I’m 37 years of age for just a few scant hours. 38 years ago tomorrow morning, I introduced myself to the world at 6:01 a.m. (I’ve always been an early riser.)
As you may recall from from previous posts, I have rules where birthdays are concerned. Here’s a refresher:
- Thou shalt not work on or around thy birthday.
- Thou shalt never lie about thine age.
- Thou shalt celebrate thy birthday as frequently as possible.
- Thou shalt stretch thy birthday celebration out as long as humanly possible.
- Thou shalt have ice cream cake from Baskin-Robbins and the dinner of thy choosing; the order of which you partake of these goodies is up to the birthday person.
- Thou shalt never turn down presents.
I have two sort of/sometimes rules:
- Thou shalt try to travel on or around thy birthday.
- Thou shalt attend a baseball game in celebration of thy birthday.
For the first time in many years, I’m planning to violate most of my rules this year. The first os the most painful… I’m working and going to school tomorrow. Ghastly, I tell you! Had I not quit the horrible company, I would’ve called in sick and stayed the night at Ethan and Adri’s tonight. I still would’ve gone to class (I’m committed to holding my perfect attendance streak). But since I’ve only been with the new office for a week, I’m going in tomorrow. Shameful. I won’t be violating Rule #2. I’ll be 38 tomorrow. I’ve earned every single second of every minute of every hour of every day of every year of my life. They’re all mine, for better or worse. Rule #3 will be frugally observed. Rule #4 may last two weeks. Embarrassing. Rule #5 is a wash. I have considered picking up a cake for myself, but that’s just not the same. Rule #6… I accepted flowers today (I’ll circle back to this later). As for the “sort of/sometimes” rules. They’re both a total bust. All in all, it’s a very unusual birthday this year.
I did celebrate today with Julie, Ethan, Adri, and the littles. Ever try to coordinate smiles for a photo involving a three-year-old and a one-year-old? Yeah. Good luck with that. Ethan, Adri, and the kids drove up from Mission Viejo, Julie drove in from Brentwood, and I drove down from Pasadena. We ended up eating about a mile down the street from our childhood home. It was fun!
Adri had to drive separately as she had a memorial service she had to attend this morning so we all beat her to the restaurant. When she arrived, she was carrying roses and a card they had for me. The card is hilarious. Even better, Adri ran across the card eight months ago–eight months ago!–and has been holding it for my birthday. It screamed my name when she read it and I have to concur. The card reads:
FRONT: “Nothing could ever stop me from wishing you a happy bir-”
INSIDE: “Oh look, a squirrel!”
Considering my affinity for squirrel jokes and comments, it’s incredibly fitting and made me laugh hard. She also had a bouquet of Double Delight roses. My favorite. I don’t know that she knows they’re my favorite, but they are. They’re white roses with red around the edges of each petal. Ultra feminine and pretty. My papa gave me a Double Delight rose bush when I was a little kid and I suppose that’s the biggest reason why I love them, but the fact that they’re beautiful strengthens the draw. I put them in a glass milk bottle when I arrived home and I’ve decided to take them to work and put them on my desk since I’m not home long enough each day to enjoy them here. I’d rather stare at them at my desk, wouldn’t you?
And yes, those are photos of the littles before Auntie Beth scooped up a niece and hugged a nephew for some pictures. I’ll get more than a few hours with them next weekend since I’ll stay over at their house on Saturday night to spend Easter with them on Sunday. (Oh, and Henrik is wearing the “Auntie Beth shoes that match her” that he got for his birthday… yes, Auntie Beth has the exact same pattern on one pair of her Vans.)
Alright, folks… I’m exhausted! I had a very busy weekend (I didn’t even get to yesterday’s activities) and a loaded weekend in the kitchen (I’ll have to expound on that later as well) and I have another busy week ahead of me. I’ll enjoy my birthday as much as possible, but I still maintain it’s a bit unbirthdayish…