In the words of Rodney Dangerfield "I get no respect". Here it is my birthday. A day for all the world to celebrate my birth. Ok, so maybe not ALL the world, but a small part of it anyhow. Do they celebrate? Yes. How? At my expense of course.
You know how you always heard growing up "Family is the only thing you can count on". It's a phrase I have passed on to my children, but it has occured to me that we are only teaching part of the phrase. The entire phrase should be "Family is the only thing you can count on to beat you when you are down!" What? You think that sounds harsh? Well then, let me enlighten you with some examples from just this past 24hrs...
Last night Jay suggests that we go out for supper for my birthday, because we are busy tonight. Great idea. Ashley announces that she doesn't want to go. She was already invited to a friends house, plus she has her baby (her mechanical school issued doll that is to represent a real baby) and she doesn't want to take it out in public (although after going to her friends, they are going to the jv basketball game...with the baby of course).
Chelsea is mad because we don't give her enough time to notify her boyfriend so he can come along. I said "I love him, but I'd kind of hoped for a family meal, since who knows if this will be the last time I have you all here for my birthday since you'll be off to college next year". She is grumpy for a bit, but does go.
There are only 3 choices in Jewell to eat at. The golf course, the bar (that serves pizza only) and a small family-run restaurant. I chose the restaurant and Austin was upset that I didn't chose the golf course (shocker that he wants to eat there huh?), so he and Chelsea proceeded to argue all the way to the restaurant. Thankfully it was only a 5 min drive.
We get to the restaurant and Jay informs me that his folks are going to join us. That's fine. But with them comes this couple who are very nice, but the husband does nothing but pick on people constantly. I knew I was in for it and sure enough, he didn't disappoint. He kept asking how old I was going to be. It wasn't that I didn't want to tell him, but I'm being 100% honest when I say that at that particular moment, I didn't know how old I was going to be. So, the man decides to stand up and claim to everyone in the place that I'm turning 50. :-O
I look through the menu and decide to splurge. I said "I think I'm going to have something I haven't had in years". The man said "Youth?" Austin said "A cigarette?" Chelsea said "A flat stomach?" I quickly looked at Jay and he said "I'm not saying a word" -- good man! I informed them all that I meant I was going to have a philly cheesesteak sandwich. While it was VERY good, and I honestly haven't had one in at least 3 yrs, I paid the price for it by being up sick all night long. Guess my body isn't used to eating that kind of food anymore.
So, this morning, the kids were bustling about getting ready to leave for school and Jay said "What about moms present?" The kids were still running around (all 3 had to leave earlier than normal), and I said "No biggie, we can wait until tonight." All stopped in their tracks while Jay handed me the gift from all of them. I opened it and told them how much I loved it and I got 3 quick hugs before the kids were out the door.
Jay asked if I wanted a special birthday present over lunch *wink,wink* and I reminded him that I had to be up to the school by 1:00 to help get ready for the fundraiser supper tonight. Oh darn, no time for the wink wink.
I have no dogs today, so my present to myself is to be a bum all day. I am still in my jammies...well, not really, but I'm in baggy ol' sweats and a long sleeved t-shirt. My hair has been brushed, but that's it, and I haven't showered yet. It's been a nice relaxing, quiet morning and I'm enjoying it. I decide to check emails and among the several I have is one from Jay's Aunt who knows I'd rather not acknowledge that today means I'm a year older, so her email just says "Happy Day". Nice and sweet...I like it! Then I see I have one from my sister Debi. For those of you who know her and think she is sooooooo sweet. Don't be fooled. She has an evil side! Seriously! Check out her email this morning:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY to you, HAPPY BIRTHDAY to you
HAPPY BIRTHDAY to you, dear OLDEST sister
HAPPY BIRTHDAY to you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What are you now.............54? Oh, no -- that's right, you're ONLY 10 years OLDER than me............so, that'd be 44, huh?! LOL
Have a very happy birthday, my dear sister -- enjoy yourself! I'm so glad God chose to create you and make you my older sister!!!!!!!!!!!
Love ya!
Debi
She tries to cover up the evil by slipping in that she's glad God created me, but then WHAM...right back to more "older" comments. Gee thanks Deb!
Tonight we have high school basketball games and the girls' dance teams will perform at half-time of both games. I'm sure I'll hear plenty more comments and whatnot regarding my birthday and my age.
For all of you I only have one comment: "When I see you, I will beat you with my cane!" :P
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