Yesterday I had a visit. Form the age fairy. I don't like the age fairy. I have always had a slight aversion to birthdays. Mine have never been that great. When those around me it seemed, always had such wonderful, beautiful days. I think those people suck. I have a very distinct memory as a little girl I guess I was about 5 or 6 this was the time that everyone wore one piece jumpers. They were gathered in the waist and you tied it at the shoulders. I wanted one- a black one the be exact. My birthday comes around and I open the box and there is a flowery jumper in there. I remember staring at my mom and saying "I just wanted black" she gave me some song and dance about how black was not for little girls. That's crap, all I wanted was for it to be black. My birthday, you ask "What do you want" I say a black jumper end of story. It is not a mind game or a difficult riddle they need to figure out. After that I think I pretty much figured out birthday's were just not my thing.
I enjoy celebrating birthday's and I am a self proclaimed excellent gift giver. My go WAAAYYYY over the top for my kids and love every minute of it.
Here are some of the top reasons that my birthday has not lived up to my 5 year old self standard
- When I was about 8 my mom let me invite some girls over for a party. A girl we will call French Fry, told me that if I didn't bring her the present she got me to her the next day she would pants me in front of Kenyon. (She was an evil girl, almost of the devil evil. But, she was the only girl in the neighborhood close to my age so she was the only one I could play with. Ah I could have my own blog about her evil ways)
- My mom got me a bra for my birthday one year and I opened it in front of my dad and uncles and they teased me. I started counseling soon after that.
- When I was 4 my Uncle Ken- my dad's best friend- got me a parakeet, I was thrilled I wanted an animal soooo much. I assume that he did not ask my parents permission or else they would have said no. Anyways Mindy was so beautiful I was so proud I even invited French Fry over to see her. A couple months went by and Mindy was loving her life as my little bird she had a place of honor on the top of the dresser in the room I shared with my sister, Julie. We also had a dart board in the room- above the cage. Well of couse I come home go to check on my Mindy, she is laying on one side the cage and her eye the other. A dart is on the ground. That's right folks, my sister killed my bird. RIP Mindy. A moment of silence please...............................................................................................................................................................
- When I was 13 I was so excited I was a teenager. That year I had meet all kinds of new friends and my best friends Carina and Kim and I were inseparable. I had gave both of the a surprise party and we had a great time. So I was sure that with school out they would do it for me. I waited all day, knowing at any time someone would burst in. Yeah, no they came for about 1/2 hour and brought me a balloon and drink for 7-11.
- When I turned 14 we had moved from West Valley to Sandy. At the end of my 8th grade year. I was so sad. And made sure my parents knew it. No friends came to visit unless my mom picked them up, no party nothing. It was not good. My mom knew I was about to go 14 year old crazy on her so she had my sister take me to Smith's and get a birthday cake and she would pick it up latter. Well I was the one that started the revolution of MTV's Blingest Birthday Cakes. I ordered a giant cake and then took my time with Julie arranging all the little plastic people for all the different cakes on it. I had one from an over the hill cake of a big man with his remote in a brown recliner in the middle, a hunter holding a shot gun to his head, deer throughout, Little Mermaid swimming, you name it I had it. My mom comes home hours latter livid. My cake cost over $ 60.00. But, in my defense we used those figures on all future cakes for years.
- When I was pregnant with Hannah I was on very limited activity. Because I was the size of a killer whale and if the flood gates should open, I would be my own personally Tsunami. I was fat, swollen, hot, tired, throwing up ALL DAY LONG, I could have been the spokes person for abstinence in high schools and becoming a nun would have been on the rise. We will call her Geo, Geo was visiting our family. That night my grandma was making a nice meal and everyone was going to come over as stare at me waiting for me to pop look Veruka on Willey Wonka. Fun times for all. Anyways I was resting in my parents room and Geo was in the other room talking to my gram. She told gram how a friend had given her this set of little wire birds. I thought wire birds, that's dumb. We can all see where this is going. Yeah, she gave me a wire bird that evening, not only that she also talked about how when she saw these she thought about how I was the mamma bird and I would look after my baby bird. We should have know then that gram was failing, she was sitting there crying. Like this was a whole new story and she had never seen the birds. Good lord, if you are going to re-gift, DO NOT TELL ANYONE ABOUT IT AND DON"T TALK ABOUT IT IN THE SAME PLACE AS THE NEW GIFTEE. GOLL SHE WAS A WANKER
- I've spend two birthday's alone
- My family buried my grandpa and celebrated my birthday the same weekend, classy.
- When I was pregnant with Jeffrey and Hannah was 2 they told us on my birthday that the swollen lymph node could possible be Lymphoma Cancer. They would do surgery ASAP.
- And the top reason birthday's suck.... Yesterday was the first birthday without my grandma. She was usually the 1st to call. When I lived in St. George both years she showed up before 9 am (Grandma sleeps till like noon) she told me the 1st year she was so excited that she got to be with me and how much she loved me. Called me Sugarbabe gave me a kiss and just stayed with me all day. The next year she showed up and we quilted, and she told me stories, we napped, watched movies and went to dinner. Every year she gave me a card telling me how much she loved me, what I had done that year to show such strength and courage. And she always gave me a cookbook. I loved my grandma more than words can describe. I understand she is better off now, no pain, watching over us, we'll be together, yada yada. But, today or well yesterday was my day. All about me, and well it was MY first MY day without her and well it hurts so bad it takes my breath away.
