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Birthdays suck...
Apr. 26th, 2005 10:24 pmIt's not the getting older I care about - heck, I feel young enough still. Even if my body protests sometimes.
And twenty-seven isn't old at all. Not even close.
It's just how birthdays seem to be just ordinary days now.
Started off kinda nicely. Mam got the rugrat out of bed, and brought him back in to me with two presents and cards; a dvd and a compilation cd. Ones I'd chosen myself, so pretty cool.
But aside from a gift voucher my mother's had to buy off me 'cause I'd never shop there in a million years, that's all I've had off my family. Sure, a few cards too.
My colleagues at work did a quick whip-round and got me some smellies - yeah, like I have the time or energy for long soaks in the bath with those bomb things - but they did that yesterday, cause there was another girl on my department with a birthday yesterday. So today? Bubkiss. Not even that many "Happy Birthday!" greetings.
And only one insult on the entire card - guess they really don't care that much about me.
I had to call my grandmother myself to thank her for the card and inappropriate gift voucher. Heaven forbid they call me
My mother's sister and step-mother called by this evening with cards - at Rowan's bedtime. So he was all wired up with having a new audience when he was tired, and started showing off all his books. Got him to help my aunt read 'The Hungry Catepillar', just for a little maternal gloating.
And my team started a group diet today, so I had to weigh myself at lunchtime. Your birthday is not a good time to be told you weight almost twice your 'ideal' body weight....*sigh* And I knew I was gonna be having cake this evening.
Gah - I can be selfish and self-centered sometimes. At least I have you guys *huggles* I knew a session at the Watchtower would get me through tonight.
And twenty-seven isn't old at all. Not even close.
It's just how birthdays seem to be just ordinary days now.
Started off kinda nicely. Mam got the rugrat out of bed, and brought him back in to me with two presents and cards; a dvd and a compilation cd. Ones I'd chosen myself, so pretty cool.
But aside from a gift voucher my mother's had to buy off me 'cause I'd never shop there in a million years, that's all I've had off my family. Sure, a few cards too.
My colleagues at work did a quick whip-round and got me some smellies - yeah, like I have the time or energy for long soaks in the bath with those bomb things - but they did that yesterday, cause there was another girl on my department with a birthday yesterday. So today? Bubkiss. Not even that many "Happy Birthday!" greetings.
And only one insult on the entire card - guess they really don't care that much about me.
I had to call my grandmother myself to thank her for the card and inappropriate gift voucher. Heaven forbid they call me
My mother's sister and step-mother called by this evening with cards - at Rowan's bedtime. So he was all wired up with having a new audience when he was tired, and started showing off all his books. Got him to help my aunt read 'The Hungry Catepillar', just for a little maternal gloating.
And my team started a group diet today, so I had to weigh myself at lunchtime. Your birthday is not a good time to be told you weight almost twice your 'ideal' body weight....*sigh* And I knew I was gonna be having cake this evening.
Gah - I can be selfish and self-centered sometimes. At least I have you guys *huggles* I knew a session at the Watchtower would get me through tonight.
