We made it through this weekend, easily avoiding my mother and my father's birthdays. Prior to that was her paternal great grandmother, Sadie's, birthday, but she would have had to have been REALLY early to have hit any of those.
My maternal grandmother, Irene's, birthday is coming up, then come some in-laws and and an uncle, a few friends, followed by a cousin and a departed great-great grandmother.
Honestly, it's going to be hard NOT to hit someone's birthday if you think about it!
I've been going back and forth this whole pregnancy between scheduling a C-section and letting nature take its course. This is just one more small notch on the "pro" side for C-section. (KIDDING!!!! I would never schedule a C-section just to pick a certain date!!!!)
So, I prefer her to have her own birthday, but the whole "running the gauntlet" idea IS a bit extreme, I know. It wouldn't be THAT bad, I guess, if she had to share her day.
I guess my problem is that I don't see birthdays as a big deal. (And at this point, you're probably asking yourself, "so what's your problem??") Since I don't like making a big deal of birthdays, I guess I'm afraid that the little enthusiasm I already have for such occasions would get spread too thin between those that DO put a greater importance on such occasions. Of course CHILDREN love birthdays, but my philosophy is that once you reach 12 or so, I couldn't really give a shit unless it's a HUGE milestone birthday, like 16 to drive, 18 to vote and whatnot, 21 to drink (woo hoo!), or the big decade birthdays when you're older, like 40 when your significant other has to make you a handmade birthday present even if he's not in the least bit handy.
Some of you may remember that prank. Thanks again to all that helped make that happen! If you don't know what I'm talking about, it's a long story, but I somehow convinced Marti when I turned 40 that he had to MAKE me a present by hand, and I had all his friends and even some of his clientele and strangers playing it up for effect!!! It was awesome, and in the end, I got a handmade bird house that hung in my favorite tree until the elements finally got the best of it. The best part was watching him sweat it out in the months between our 40th birthdays. (We are about 2 months apart.)
And, just because I'm "that way," here's a picture of the bird house in all its glory. I LOVE YOU, HONEY!
PS - Happy Valentine's Day, or whatever... ;)
But you didn't show what you made Marti...:). Loved this joke!!!
ReplyDeleteI made him a humidor of sorts. I had a little wooden cigar box that I lined with a tobacco colored suede cloth and stuck a music box into. The music box has a cover, so it won't rust in the humidity. I also put a little self contained water source thingie in there, so it really does hold humidity.
ReplyDeleteI put feet on the box and painted them black so the winder-upper on the music box has a place to be, otherwise, it would sit crooked on the counter, and that would just be silly.
The best part is the music box mechanism was from my grandparents' stuff when we cleared out the house after grandma passed. It plays "If I Were a Rich Man." SO FITTING for a rinky-dink homemade humidor for Marti, no?
So, I was already in the process of making this for him for his birthday, and that's what prompted the prank in the first place. I thought it would be funny if I got HIM to make ME something. If it had been any other occasion, like a 39th birthday or a 7th anniversary, it wouldn't have worked. A 40th birthday is an even number and sort of a big deal, so it was plausible that there could be some hokey tradition tied to it. Plus, him being from England helped since he hadn't ever HEARD of this tradition. That explained to him in his head why he hadn't heard of the tradition.
Throw in some people like you (and then your hairdresser, of all people!) stopping in to subtly and randomly validate the tradition without me even being there... It was priceless!!!!