In the past few weeks I have fielded many questions regarding my "big" birthday coming up.
"What do you want for your birthday?"
"We should do something for your birthday - what do you want to do?"
"What should I tell people if they ask what you want?"
While I have answered these questions in a politically correct manner - "nothing, I dunno, nothing" - I must get this off my chest. What do you expect me to say?? "Well actually, I would like a Wii, a vacation to Hawaii with daily spa treatments, three days in a hotel with a tv, magazines, my computer and room-service, and a trip to New York City staying in a hotel in Times Square with tickets to a different Broadway show every night".
Realistically what I want for my birthday (though the above would not be turned away), is to be happy. That doesn't need to be with gifts or outings or parties - but whatever we do or however we do it, I want to feel happy. Yes, gifts are great and I appreciate them - nights out are fun and memorable, but whatever it is, don't do it or say it out of obligation. I really do not care if I get a hug and a card or e-mail with kind words. That is just as special to me as anything else. I want to know that you spent some emotional time and energy thinking about something you thought would make me smile.
My good friend turned 30 last December and I had no clue what to do for her. After much deliberation I ended up writing out a nice, meaningful card about our relationship, and I took her to a spa for a facial, manicure and pedicure, then out for dinner. I have to admit that I did benefit from the spa treatment as well, but that's not the point. I have no idea if she loved it or just said that she did, but I did my best. I tried to make it different than other birthday presents of a new purse, perfume, etc...and honestly I got the impression that she would have preferred that exotic new purse, but I tried. I did what I hoped would be done for me - something to make the day nothing like the other 364 that year.
I am not planning my own party, giving out lists of gift ideas...that is not me, and to be completely frank, the fact that you are asking me for ideas is enough to make me feel special. So thank you for brightening my coming birthday!
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Friday, October 12, 2007
**I'm turning 30
Thirty is a big number. It starts with a three afterall. It's half way to senior citizenship, twice a young teenager. All of these things being said, and the fact that I probably should feel old, this upcoming birthday makes me feel younger. I feel like I should be turning 40, yet when I realize I've got ten more years before then, it makes me feel good.
I suppose it could be looked upon as sad that I feel 10 years older than I am, but I don't think it's sad...just the way it is. I had to grow up fast as a kid, and I have done a lot for a 30 year old. Put it all together and in my opinion, I should be 40.
So my birthday makes me feel young, and to celebrate I am doing something very immature. I am getting a tattoo. I am tattooing my children's names on my ankle with a flower on my foot. They'll always be my kids, you only turn 30 once, and why not permanently mark the occasion? I wanted to tattoo their names on me for years now, just didn't have the guts to do it. So now that this birthday is coming up and making me feel younger, I'm gonna live a little!
To be honest I have had very few positive reactions to my selfish birthday present. Hubby doesn't like the idea, my mom just shakes her head at me and sighs, but I have a couple of supporters and they are coming with me to hold my hand and wipe my tears as thousands of needles pierce my flesh so close to my bones. Nothing marks a big birthday like some blood, sweat and tears! Wish me luck and think of me at 4:30 on Tuesday!
I suppose it could be looked upon as sad that I feel 10 years older than I am, but I don't think it's sad...just the way it is. I had to grow up fast as a kid, and I have done a lot for a 30 year old. Put it all together and in my opinion, I should be 40.
So my birthday makes me feel young, and to celebrate I am doing something very immature. I am getting a tattoo. I am tattooing my children's names on my ankle with a flower on my foot. They'll always be my kids, you only turn 30 once, and why not permanently mark the occasion? I wanted to tattoo their names on me for years now, just didn't have the guts to do it. So now that this birthday is coming up and making me feel younger, I'm gonna live a little!
To be honest I have had very few positive reactions to my selfish birthday present. Hubby doesn't like the idea, my mom just shakes her head at me and sighs, but I have a couple of supporters and they are coming with me to hold my hand and wipe my tears as thousands of needles pierce my flesh so close to my bones. Nothing marks a big birthday like some blood, sweat and tears! Wish me luck and think of me at 4:30 on Tuesday!
**Allergies
Considering I have been blog-less for 3 weeks now, things have been building in my head. The ideas fall on top of one another creating this mountain of sentences - each of which would make a wonderful blog - but helping no one by remaining stagnant. I need to purge. I must empty my mountain of random thoughts in order to get on with my blog life. There may be multiple blog entries coming up. Stay tuned.
I have a serious disability. I am not happy about this one bit, but I am allergic to clutter. If I see clutter I begin to sweat, my blood pressure increases, my heart races, my mind becomes foggy, a headache even emerges. I have been this way since I was a child - though I'm pretty sure it's not genetic because my kids show absolutely no signs of this allergy (darn). In high school if I had any significant amount of school work to do, I had to clean my room first - before I sat down at my desk. It may have begun as a method of procrastination now that I think about it, but it certainly is not now.
All I ask is that things be put away where they belong - not just SOME things, but ALL things. Why bother cleaning if you only put 80% of the stuff away? There's a polly pocket dress on the counter, a tube of toothpaste on the stairs, a stack of random papers the height of my daughter in the basement and 4 pencils on the couch. Sure a thousand other things were put away, but why not EVERYTHING?
Today I found coupons that expired in 2005 under the cutlery tray in the kitchen, a floorball stick in my front hall closet that hasn't been used since June and likely won't be used ever again, and my son's box for his indoor shoes from last year on a shelf at the door. I just don't get why we can't just put things away that we're not using - throw them out if they're garbage! It's not like we're living in some mansion with 5 other hall closets to fill up with things that actually GO in closets! We have limited space for crap that is generated by four people.
I feel euphoric when everything is where it goes. When I can walk into my house, my car, my closet and know that things are where they go it's like a breath of fresh air. NOW I can be productive, happy, even fun! NOW that things are put away.
**Disclaimer** Clutter in other people's houses has no effect on my allergy. I am unaffected by clutter in any other environment.
I have a serious disability. I am not happy about this one bit, but I am allergic to clutter. If I see clutter I begin to sweat, my blood pressure increases, my heart races, my mind becomes foggy, a headache even emerges. I have been this way since I was a child - though I'm pretty sure it's not genetic because my kids show absolutely no signs of this allergy (darn). In high school if I had any significant amount of school work to do, I had to clean my room first - before I sat down at my desk. It may have begun as a method of procrastination now that I think about it, but it certainly is not now.
All I ask is that things be put away where they belong - not just SOME things, but ALL things. Why bother cleaning if you only put 80% of the stuff away? There's a polly pocket dress on the counter, a tube of toothpaste on the stairs, a stack of random papers the height of my daughter in the basement and 4 pencils on the couch. Sure a thousand other things were put away, but why not EVERYTHING?
Today I found coupons that expired in 2005 under the cutlery tray in the kitchen, a floorball stick in my front hall closet that hasn't been used since June and likely won't be used ever again, and my son's box for his indoor shoes from last year on a shelf at the door. I just don't get why we can't just put things away that we're not using - throw them out if they're garbage! It's not like we're living in some mansion with 5 other hall closets to fill up with things that actually GO in closets! We have limited space for crap that is generated by four people.
I feel euphoric when everything is where it goes. When I can walk into my house, my car, my closet and know that things are where they go it's like a breath of fresh air. NOW I can be productive, happy, even fun! NOW that things are put away.
**Disclaimer** Clutter in other people's houses has no effect on my allergy. I am unaffected by clutter in any other environment.
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