Sunday, July 27, 2008

It's The Best Day EVERRRRRRR!


So I know you've all been on pins and needles, wondering how my birthday was, and wishing you could have been here to share in the delight. I don't know how many of you who read this know how much my birthday means to me. It's pretty ridiculous, really. I go WAY overboard in my expectations of how amazing and out-of-the-ordinary it should be. It has taken Ty a few years to realize and accept this small fact and to act accordingly (even though he does not understand it, as he's the complete opposite). I tried for years after we got married to change. To pretend not to care. But I couldn't deny who I am! I've been this way as long as I can remember. Seriously the day after my birthday I would start to spread the word far and wide (from one end of my family to the other) that there were only 364 days left until my NEXT birthday. I think mine was the only birth date my dad could remember (out of 8 children), only because I would remind him once a day and randomly pop-quiz him. I don't know where my love of birthdays comes from, as we never celebrated lavishly growing up. It was usually just dinner with the family (like every other night) and then cake and ice cream (okay, so that alone is reason enough to LOVE birthdays in my opinion) and the opening of the presents (which were not extravagant), followed by birthday spankings (a tradition of silliness instigated by my dad). I just want a special day...or week. We have fallen into the habit of calling the week surrounding my birthday my, "Birthday Week." As if that doesn't sound bratty enough, I hate sharing my cake. Last year, after agonizing over the decision, I ordered a really delicious cake and Ty invited our friends over (who happened to stop by right when we got home from our date) to share it. When they left the cake was gone, and I only got a tiny sliver! I think Ty was a little surprised over how upset I was. Then tonight we had family over and they devoured the entire remains of my cake (Amber, it was divine! Thanks for the tip). Ty noticed and was expressing his sympathies (cause now he knows what a big deal it is for me) when he said something that made me realize why it is such a blow for me: When the cake is gone, it feels like my birthday is REALLY over. He offered to get me another cake, but it just wouldn't be the same. So I guess it's really over folks. But, if you think about it, there are only 363 days until my next birthday...

Here are a few highlights from my birthday yesterday:
I actually started celebrating Friday afternoon with a trip to the pool with the kids. Then I went to dinner (Ty knew I didn't want to cook dinner, so he told me to go eat somewhere good on my way to my next stop - scrap booking) and scrap booking with my S.I.L. Saturday I went shopping all day in IF by myself (sorry, no pictures). I got home, changed my clothes, and off we went to drop the kids off with a babysitter and go to dinner with Ty's two brothers and their wives.

Then we sped over to the theater to make the 7:45 showing of "Hancock."


Picked up the kids, back to our house for cake (at 10:30 pm - had to squeeze it in before midnight).


Foot rub - much needed after a day of shopping and a date in high heels!
It was all I dreamed it would be, and more. My "real" present (as if Ty staying home with the kids, making dinner, lunch, and dinner again, taking me out, and giving me a foot rub weren't enough) is coming tomorrow in the form of a team of individuals who will be cleaning my windows, inside and out, as well as scraping off all the stickers (you know those pesky stickers the manufacturers put on everything that are so tough to remove). Yay!

Thanks everyone who called, sent cards, and "shouted out" on their blogs. I appreciate it, as you can now imagine given this window into my birthday-crazed soul.

p.s. I have resolved that I will document everything in this, my 29th year. Hence pictures of my perpetually pony-tailed self, which brings up another future blog entry: My Hair.

7 comments:

Matheson's said...

Happy to hear your day or "week" went so good. I had no idea how you love birthday's- Ty is in for it next year "30" right? That is a big one. Happy to have you share my mom's b-day and not just because it is easy to remember :) Miss & Love Ya! Happy Birthday again!!!! :)

Mattie Rae said...

Happy birthday, girl!

I saw an informercial on Power 90 X and remembered you were gunna do it. How is it?

Christyeve said...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! I am glad you had a great birthday!

Marianne said...

Sounds like a fabulous day! Happy Birthday! (Sorry for the late congrats- I'm horrible with remembering birthdays, but now that I know how important they are to you, I will try my best to remember it next year!)

sharlee said...

Yeehaw! I didn't realize you had posted about your birthday. It was sure fun to hear all about your big day and all about your big love affair with your birthday... I had no idea...J.K. You really did spoil yourself, didn't you? Ty sure is a good sport to give up a weekend for you. Hey, instead of YOU being him for a day, he was YOU for a day. That is sort of like your wish coming true, isn't it?

Amber said...

Yeah for a great birthday. I'm so happy you loved the cake. Just looking at it makes me drool. I always worry when recommending a food item to someone because everyone's likes are so different, but I didn't think I could go wrong with that cake! YUM! So HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!! I'm glad you had a spectacular day. I too love love love birthdays (mine especially). Oh did I mention I LOVE MY BIRTHDAY!! And not surprising to you I am sure, but Mark does not share my love. This year was rough and almost had me swearing off birthdays (yep, that bad!). I'll have to email you details, but if it weren't for the birthday shout outs on my blog and the phone calls from friends it would have been like my birthday did not exist. No card, no presents, no dinner out and NO CAKE!!! Long story and one that still makes me a bit angry so I probably shouldn't even tell it to you! AGHHH. Anyway, now I am raining on your parade so I'll stop with the sob story. I think I should head up to Pocatello for a weekend and you can teach me everything you know about scrapping and we can order one of those fabulous cakes and we can sit and devour it ourselves! Plan?

Emily said...

Happy Birthday!!!! 29's a big one eh? I'm kindof having a midlife crisis over it too - I'll comment more on that on your next post...