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Tuesday, August 24, 2004

Not quite how I remember them....

Birthdays are different when you get older. I can't say I could pinpoint the year it happened for me, but somewhere along the way I stopped looking forward to the day. I actually wonder when it became 'just another day.'
I thought sharing a birthday with Aaron would renew the excitment and maybe the first year it did, but not now. I used to look forward with such angst the day when I would dress up in a pretty outfit, take extra care when deciding my hairstyle and not sleep the night before, stomach doing butterflies in anticipation. Nobody forgets your birthday when you're a child. The entire family would say Happy Birthday, and sing to you, and that day was yours. You were a princess (or a prince) and were treated as such, all day long. Now I worry I'm not spoiling Aaron enough and what can we do all day. We're not very creative people...

A walk in the park with the puppy, come home for showers and a quick visit by mom and dad. Lunch where the waiter can't quite comprehend that it is both of our birthdays and thus only brings Aaron a hot fudge sundae and forgets about me. He walks away saying "Happy birthday sir" and I have no idea why, but my heart sinks. That's alright, diet anyone? I didn't need a sundae anyways. I just ate some of Aaron's. :)

We go for a round of Glow put-put at a mall, and finish off the evening taking in a movie. Got home, and headed to bed. To sleep. Only.

Happy birthday to us I guess. Anyway, sometimes, I wish the magic that used to belong to it "being your birthday" would come back. Although, I don't need presents anymore because I got what I really wanted...

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Saturday was a great day for us, we didn't head down to the Woodward Dream Cruise (if anyone not local knows what that is) instead, we had a round of put-put out by Aaron's old stomping grounds and we went to the Renaissance Festival. That was a great time. We watched a man blow glass and sat with our jaws dropped as we never realized the process. Interesting.

It's "that" week for me and my first one since getting off of the pill so I'd like to send a shout out to some old friends, weakness, fatigue, super-plus and my all-time favorite, anemia. Welcome back you old pals.

6 Comments:

  • At 12:47 PM, Blogger Shannin said…

    I like your new skin....very pretty.

    I think my birthday feelings changed when I moved to NYC and no one called me figuring I was too busy moving into my apartment. It was a Sunday, I had spent all day building my IKEA furniture. I knew all of 4 people in the area. Luckily, 1 of those people took me out to dinner at a Mexican place walking distance. I do have a great photo of my drinking a margarita with a big 'ol sombrero on. Ever since then, birthdays haven't meant that much to me. Now, it's a few dinners, not one big celebration.

     
  • At 12:56 PM, Blogger Dazed said…

    hahahahaha, you have me crackin up over here...
    WELCOME BACK SUPER PLUS!?!! HAHAHAHA!!!
    I hear you on that one...dont forget, welcome back uncontrollable outburts of crying fits...

     
  • At 3:52 PM, Blogger Jenniy said…

    Happy Birthday! I wish birthdays were like they used to be too. Now it seems more like a hassel than anything. Friends expect me to celebrate, yet they're too busy to do anything on the nights I pick. Family flakes out and the aunt who is always a pain "forgets" to wish you a happy bday. And the boyfriend who you weren't all that crazy about anyway dumps you the day you turn 22. Yes, yes, birthdays are getting better and better ;)

     
  • At 7:57 PM, Blogger Thumper said…

    Yeah, at some point birthdays just lose their luster. Mine is in a couple days, and I'm having a hard time getting excited. I mean, come on, I'm turning 43. Not only don't I need presents 'cause I have enough crap, I have no clue what I want to do to "celebrate" and I'm not sure I want to be reminded that I'm getting older!

    Still...the Spouse Thingy better buy me something ;)

     
  • At 9:02 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Hey I think you might live in my area. We have all those things to. Did you do putt-putt at Promenade Mall?

    kb

     
  • At 9:09 AM, Blogger Rebecca said…

    Hmmm, I haven't heard of that mall. We went to Great Lakes Crossing Mall.

    We're Detroiters.

     

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