One Time for the Birthday Chick
Lookin’ at my Gucci, it’s about that time—in the words of Schoolly D. Time for what? For my birthday!! If I make it to this edition’s publication date then I will have graced this planet another year. Not saying exactly how many though but it’s likely over my life’s halfway span unless I live to be a centenarian.
Yay for me, though I tend not to celebrate birthdays in big fashion, my own anyway. Now the kids have it a bit different. And this year is a big year for Robyn—16! That celebration is still in the making.
Anyway as for myself, I am content with a leisurely morning, followed by lunch, brunch or dinner (depending on the day of the week) at one of my favs, a gift of my choosing (don’t try surprises), and something sweet (usually raspberry truffle cheesecake or Krispy Kreme or both).
I have noticed that as I get older, I have also become more “selective” about more things, really most things. Now mind you, I have always been selective about certain things such as brand of soap or type of wine.
Nowadays, even the most minor choices must meet with my selection. For instance, runs to Micky Ds have to include saltless fries even if that means an extra 10 minute wait. If I choose pink polish, it has to be the precise shade of fuchsia–not too bright and not too heavy.
The kids always ask what I would like to do on “my day,” not that it matters much now since neither of them are licensed. Meaning anywhere I would like to go, I must get us there. However, they do cover all costs associated with my desired activities. But the driving part is going to change soon! Any way they usually end up roping their aunts and cousins into some shenanigans.
There won’t be a lot of activities going on this year for us. With back to school right around the corner, Robyn has to lead a freshman student orientation session at her school for most of the early part of the day. So after dropping her off I will likely go retrieve a sleeping Jacob to have a light lunch and some milling around before picking her up and setting our sights on a low key evening out.
There’s nothing really on my gift list. I scored the perfume I wanted for Mother’s Day. The older I get I also realize the less I really need or want. Last week I withdrew piles of things from my closet and cabinets that were just there, not in use. I felt good about myself Sunday, I wore a dress that had sat in my closet for at least four years with tags still intact.
July is a popping birthday month in the office. Evan celebrated his the first week of the month. Jenny celebrated last week as she’s still scratching lottery tickets and eating red velvet cake. This week is my turn Laissez les bon temps rouler!