December 5, 2007
Yes, it's true. Today is my birthday. Twenty-seven years ago, my mother's life finally gained a complete sense of meaning and purpose. Sure, the birth of my sister brought her part way there, but it was my birth that made her say, "Ah ha! This is what life is all about!"
Fine. Okay. Not really. My birth actually made her say something more like, "Ah ha! This is how moderately severe behavioral and emotional issues manifest themselves in children."
So, I wasn't going to mention that it was my birthday on this blog. I figured that I already provide more than enough personal information on this website, and I should continue to withhold at least one detail from stalkers and identity thieves. But alas, my sister-in-law spilled the beans in yesterday's comments. And now, in the spirit of information sharing, I will kindly reveal my social security number, my college transcripts, and my checking account routing number--keep your eyes open, I'll post it all next week.
So far, I'm surprised and happy to say that I'm having a fabulous birthday! Two days ago, I completely forgot that my birthday was even coming up. I was reminded when I opened a hand-signed birthday card from Reginald Smithson, my friendly car insurance salesman. I opened it up and I was like, "Grown up birthdays suck," because really, they kind of do.
You don't have that special, queen-of-the-world feeling when you wake up in the morning, you don't get to wear a paper hat around work all day, and no one is jealous of you--friends are all, "Dude, you're getting old. Why don't you have half-decent health insurance yet?"
But today is different--I'm feeling straight up fantastic. Maybe it's the fact that my mom and dad bought me the world's most fabulous dress, or because my inbox is stuffed with e-cards, but really--and not to get all sentimental on you--I think it's because my two year old son knows it's my birthday, and he's more excited than I've ever seen him. He's singing to me, telling random strangers that it's his "moyee's birfday," and he's given me approxiamtely 4,000 kisses. It's no wonder this birthday feels so special.
Or I guess it could be the sexy new iPod.