26
So yes, happy birthday to me.
It's funny... last night as we were going to bed, Jen asked me what I did for my 17th birthday (since my birthday is on the 17th). It just so happens that, for my 17th birthday, I attempted to have a birthday party. I handed out invitations to just about everyone I thought might come--25 or 30 people in all, something like that. My parents made a big pot of chili for dinner and then stayed out of the way.
3 people showed up. Cris, Tammy, and Jay. Story of my [high-school] life.
Naturally, that led into a discussion of other bad birthdays (such as the one where I finally realized that two people I had been really close to were completely out of touch with me and didn't seem to really care), bad gifts, etc. It struck me again that my birthdays are very seldom particularly worth remembering. Actually, the last two birthdays I had were probably the best since my childhood; I'm a low-key person, but I like going out with a group of friends on my birthday. St. Louis was pretty good that way.
Anyway, to shake off the maudlin thoughts, I've had several phone calls and an e-mail already today, I have a pot rack* coming in the mail, and I'll get to hang out with people and open presents over Thanksgiving. (It's interesting, sometimes, how much like my father I continue to become. Dad always got his presents at Thanksgiving because his birthday is the 29th...) And life in Austin is pretty good, so I'm looking forward to spending year 26 here.
* My birthday present from Jen. I will be so glad to get those pots and pans out of the cupboard.
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday, dear Eric,
Happy Birthday to you! :)
Gone, but not forgotten. Happy birthday! Hope all your birthday wishes come true. Whatever those are. :)
And, wouldn't it be year 27? I mean, your 26th birthday is the end of your 26th year on Earth, you'll be spending year 27 in Texas. Or Arizona. Or wherever...you get the point.
26, 27... it gets hard to remember when you're as old as I am. ;)
Also, Jenny used about 10 "trick" candles on my cake. Purely by accident, she says. How she expected an aging asthmatic to blow out trick candles is beyond me. :)
Yeah, cause we don't spend about 8.5 billion dollars annually on drugs to increase your breathing capacity. I just want to make sure we're getting out money's worth. Also, I did buy them accidentally, however I also noticed that they were trick before I stuck all ten of them on the cake. :)
Oh come on, you have to have some trick candles on a birthday cake otherwise there's no sport in getting your wish... Also there's more comedy value for the onlookers! :)
Is becoming a lot like your Dad a good thing or a bad thing? I hope I am becoming a lot like my sons in some ways.