Someone asked me how old I was the other day (or how old I was turning) and I seriously couldn't remember. I couldn't remember if I had turned 35 last year? Or this year? I know. Sad.
I never thought it would happen really. Where I didn't care how old I was, or how old I was getting? I seriously don't care. I mean, I just look at my birthday as an opportunity to party and buy things for myself .. and to get out of doing things, like making dinner. Apparently, when you become a mom, you NEED an excuse to get out of these kinds of things.
I also use it as an excuse to celebrate ALL WEEK. Why should a birthday be just one day? I think a week is more appropriate. I am dangerously close to making it an entire month, but, I don't want to wear people out.
I think once you get to a certain point, it just doesn't matter how old you are turning until you pass another decade... Like, 30 was a big deal, because you aren't in your 20's anymore, and you might suddenly be considered O.L.D. You celebrate 40 because you are now OVER THE HILL. I seriously cannot believe that. I REMEMBER my dad's 40th birthday party and of course, we all thought he was dreadfully old. Weird. I am pushin' it, BIG TIME. I seriously can't believe that I am at an age that I can remember my parents and what they were doing at my same age! I don't feel like I am as old, or as wise as they were back then, but maybe that is because I have only been married for 9 years instead of 19 years. Yeah, that probably has something to do it.
I was going to list 36 things about me. . . but you already know them. Let's face it, I am an open book.
I have one wish for me birthday. . . leave me a comment would ya? Bust out of your shell and show me the love.