My Facebook information
page is useless
and wrong
whether I’m in a relationship
or not
have children
how many, where and doing what
is immaterial
No one cares where I went
to school, what my job
is, or if I love
Farmville
What is important
is my drink order
at Starbucks
and
Whether I can follow
my favorite Barrista
who’s a hottie
And if today’s the day
he gives
me extra caramel
because he knows I like
it hot and sticky
That’s what people
really want to
know
Crazymama is asking the questions this week:
As much as I love my birthday (and I do, it really SHOULD be a holiday), I don’t really “do” much on it. It’s pretty much about hearing the words, getting the cards, and now, because Facebook reminds everyone, seeing the posts. Generally Taed will ask what I want to do. And really, all I want to do is to hang out with my boys, maybe see a movie, and go out to eat. Except if it’s Friday or Saturday night! No place “special” because they will be packed, and I hate crowds.
Celebrating mine. 🙂 I’m a little egocentric. I will execute parties. I don’t like to plan them.
With that in mind, I do try to make sure I call my friends on their birthdays even though I don’t get a card sent anymore (which is weird because I LOVE getting cards in the mail). I post extra-long, semi-special and specific birthday wishes on their Facebook walls. In general, I think it’s just great that they were born, and we’re all here. Sometimes, if I have a little extra, I will send or buy gifts. It’s nice to get a little something because that really does slow down with age.
I like frosting, but not cake so we pick up from Nothing Bundt Cakes and get extra frosting. Otherwise, I like pie — lemon meringue, chocolate silk, key lime. Or apple crisp. Weird, huh?
I would have to say the one that just passed. Seriously, I got all the monkey love from my friends at work. That was cool. A gigantic fortune cookie from Cassie. I’ve been told to expect something from Jolene that’s hand-made so I know that will be extra-special. I don’t craft so I cherish those kinds of items because they are made with extra love. I got birthday money — IN A CARD! I was so freaking happy, it was silly. You just don’t get that at 45! I just spent it, too, at Sears in the Lands End department. I bought a beautiful blue-flowered button down and an orange sweater. I love Lands End, but not the prices. 🙂 This made it WAY OK.
Not to mention the gorgeous flowers from my niece, Tiphany. They were stunning and so perfect. I loved the soft pink color of all the flowers. I was so surprised, happy, and they made my birthday last. I also got flowers from Taed. They were sweet and packed with love.
PLUS! I tried a new place with Carol called Rok Bistro. OK, I over-cooked my chicken on the volcanic rock, and the cheese fondue I selected was a bit funky, but the chocolate fondue was good. It was just fun to sit someplace for over an hour, enjoying dinner, and talking with Carol. We went shopping afterwards as well. Nothing big, but just hanging out.
No matter how you cut it, I was the very blessed recipient of these people’s time and love. What can be better?
I don’t have one. Save for the title-mentioned Beatles tune, the only one I actually know is “Happy Birthday”.
I wouldn’t mind going back to 33, the year I got pregnant with Keb, and redoing all of that. I probably would make the same mistakes, but it would be fun to see him grow up all over again. He’s turning 11 this May, and he’s becoming a young man. It’s really cool to see, but it’s tinged with a little sorrow.
How ’bout you? Your birthday wishes? Link up with Mamarazzi and let us know.
Everything but the Kitchen Sink 