I'm at an age where I'm supposed to hate birthdays or at the least, downplay them for fear of "getting old". No way man! I LOVE my birthday. It's my own personal holiday. I can be a diva. I get new stuff. People bring me cake. I typically take the day off from work. What's not to love?
So here I am, at the ripe old age of 37, 6 months pregnant and wearing my awesome handmade birthday crown:
Yep, my fabulous husband and fabulous daughter made me a fantastic crown to wear for my birthday. I wore it to work. I'm wearing it at home. T also suggested to TJ that my birthday present should be getting my nails done. I don't know how/where she came up with that, but we were surprised at what a good idea it was. So I'm now sporting glittery fingernails and bright almost- BMW M3 blue toes.
Birthdays are often about a new gadget for me: iPhone, iPod, camera, whatnot. In fact Birthday iPod 2006 has been pressed into (underutilized) service as T's sleepytime "rain sounds" machine. This year we got a new computer for our living room so that T can watch the occasional DVD there. Plus we can use it as a digital photo frame/slideshow thingy when we're not watching anything and also stream our music through it. It's supposed to show up today - woo hoo!
Birthday Week also has included a trip to Canlis, most years since 2005. This year is no different. Hooray! Today is a Good Day.
What about you - do you celebrate your birthday or try to ignore it?