I've never been a big fan of birthdays (meaning mine, other people's are fine). I don't know what it is exactly. Perhaps the irrational fear of getting old - imagining that one day I'll end up like the scary-looking old people in the nursing home where I once volunteered. (But that's a story for another day)
Whatever it is, I don't like them.
So by the time I rolled out of bed this morning, I had a bunch of messages from people wishing me a happy birthday by text, email and facebook message. By the time I got to the office, I had threatened to punch hubby due solely to the sheer number of times he had said the words "it's your birthday" in the span of 40 minutes. (Yes, I know it's my birthday. Can we PLEASE stop talking about it????)
As I sat down at my desk, I pulled out my Blackberry and saw the first email of the day that really made me smile... It was from someone who knows me well enough to simply say "Happy birthday, try to smile today." That email was followed a couple hours later with another stating little more than "smile more."
For once I actually listened. And it turned out to be a pretty good birthday, in spite of my being another year older.
On a totally different note, Brad over at Diaries of the Professor is (finally) back to blogging. If you don't know him, you should check him out. He's my favorite blogger (no offense - i love you guys too) and one of the best writers I know. And I'm not just saying that because he has all the dirt on me going back to my sorority girl days. ;)
I'm pretty sure by now I've stayed awake long enough that the snoring has subsided upstairs and hopefully the little guy is in his own bed, instead of talking in his sleep in mine. ("NO! I wanna bat first!") I love it. My son talks baseball in his sleep. I'm so proud. And tired.
9 comments:
Thanks for the link love, Jaime. It's good to be back.
To everyone else: The dirt on Jaime's college years can be had for a price. Call me.
Brad - Anything for the guy who can actually make me smile on my birthday. but if you start selling off my secrets, it's over :p
Brad - You didn't leave a number. Do you take credit cards?
Seriously...it sucks getting old. Why celebrate after 35? I'm told to just celebrate another year above ground. Sheesh. That sounds even worse!
A nice bottle of Rombauer Zinfandel and you won't remember today tomorrow, nor your age!
Bottoms up Jaime. Came over from Red Shoes.
hope you did get to enjoy that birthday jaime...now let the dirt fly...haha
I'm glad you could appreciate your birthday this year! Hope to meet up with you soon!
Happy Birthday Jaime. Look at it this way; another year older, another year wiser.
wine & words: your first time over here and you're trying to buy all my secrets? i like you already :)
brian: you too? by now you should know that i like remaining the mysterious woman behind the blog...
SB: I know! i saw you were thinking about going to new orleans. when? i'm out there later this year...
matty: next you're going to tell me that like a fine wine all things improve with age, right?
Glad you were able to enjoy your day. Hope you finished it with a glass or two of wine!
Ok, I totally get what you're saying with this. I'm glad to be alive another year, but I don't enjoy the actual day at all!
So happy birthday and glad YOU are alive!
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