Birthdays

They sort of just happen. I never really got very excited about them because when I was younger, my mom worked evenings and my dad worked out of town, so I couldn't invite my friends for a party. When I moved away, my 21st birthday coincided with a party/fund raiser for one of the groups I joined. Plus a dear friend was in from out of town, so we lived it up. that weekend. Then I went back to school for a couple of days and then back home for Thanksgiving break and more celebrating.

I liked the idea of a week-long celebration, but that's something that only 21 year old can do.

Years later, my boss and the boss decided to throw me a party at work that included a Dear Daniel piñata (Hello Kitty was sold out). So there I was, 29 years old and swinging a stick at an unbreakable piñata. (I think the people who made it missed the part where it's supposed to be easy to break.)

Today I turned 34. I'm still on this side of 35, which is on that side of 40. I'll never be ask old as my older sister and I will never look as haggard as she. However, one thing that does give me chills is something a former co-worker (whose birthday was on the 17th and he also had bad BO) said.

MR said, "You know we're Valentine's Day babies."
Me: "Hmm?"
MR: "We're Valentine's Day babies."
Me: "What?" (I thin I was in a stupor caused by his stinkiness)
MR: "If you did the math, you'd see that we were likely conceived on Valentine's Day."
Me: "Eww."

So thank you MR, for the most memorable birthday. For more than 20 year, I was content with to think that I was just born. No thoughts about conception or anything. Thank you.