Self Consumed Day

Yeah, I made you endure that song just for me today.
This is my favorite day of the year!
Yes I am that shallow.

Back in 1987 on the first night I met my husband he asked me what my favorite holiday was. I told him it was my birthday. He laughed and said, "No seriously." 
Yes, seriously that is my favorite holiday because it's all about me.  I don't have to share it with anyone.  It's not a religious holiday.  It's just ME.  
He really thought I was joking.  He now knows better.
Now when people ask me that and I tell them it's March 4th , my birthday, they look puzzled and he will say, "Oh, she's so not kidding"

I think this is something I can finally blame on my parents....tee hee
For as long as I can remember our birthdays were a damn big deal in our home.
My mom would ask us what we wanted for our birthday dinner and the celebration would begin.  It was our day from the time we got up until we went to bed.  A fuss was made about us and how terrific it was that we were born. There were photo's and film and just fun.
When my mom died my step mom stepped up and continued this tradition. 
There were 5 girls in my family and honestly it was 1 day where you were THE KID.
You didn't fight with that sister on her day. That was the one day you could count on your sisters for not bothering you in any way. It was heaven!

I always picked the same thing for dinner. Gnocchi.  I love gnocchi.  And yes my crazy ass loud Italian American family never ate gnocchi from a store.  Mom made them.  So as an adult I realize I always made my mom work a bit extra as opposed to my sister who always wanted steak.   One year I changed it up and asked for hot dogs.  I love hot dogs.  The ones from my home town that I can only get there.  I love them done on the grill or an open fire.  But since my birthday is in March and my hometown was always buried under 4 ft of snow at that time I never got them grilled.  So the year of my 14th birthday dad fired up the fireplace and we all put our hot dogs on a stick and had them that way.  Yep I was spoiled on my birthday.  Trust me that was the only time of the year. Maybe that is why I love my birthday so much.  We also got our favorite cake/dessert.  Yep I am a spoiled birthday brat.

This year no gnocchi or my favorite cake. 
Gluten free makes your life a little less fun in that respect.
But the fact that my husband is making dinner I don't really give a shit what it is  - I am not cooking.  I did however make a flourless chocolate cake.  I will let you know how that is tomorrow. 

I got a card from my dog which cracked me up.  My niece called this morning and sang Happy Birthday to me at 8am.  My hubby gave me gifts, flowers and breakfast.  So how the hell can't you just love your birthday?

Rick thinks my family is strange that we celebrate like its such a big deal.  And maybe he's right. I think it's odd when no one in a family makes a fuss over another family memebers birthday.   But now that he is part of this family he does enjoy the hell out of it.  I love that he was born so I love his birthday!  It's a reason to celebrate. I think he would even admit that now that he's been a part of this no one making a fuss would be a bit odd and sad to him.

Every job I had I got my birthday off.  My husband found that odd.  He asked when he met me if I sought out these jobs just for that reason.  Of course not, but it was funny how each company I worked for in the industry I was in  offered our birthday off.
Now I work with him and I don't get my birthday off. 
Hmmm...I get sexually harassed and very little pay but no off day on my birthday. 
Something is wrong here don'tcha think?

Now the only bad thing of today's holiday.....
I was putting on some mascara today and my eyes are also having a birthday.
But they are not as happy as me.
My eyes are so my age.  They don't look the same. 
They have skin that hangs down and covers my eyelid.
They look old and tired.

So after I win the large lottery winnings this week (for my birthday of course) I am having my eyes done.  Yes I so would do it in a New York minute!
I can't fathom cutting my face, although if I could stomach it I would.
But having my eyes done, some restylane around my parenthesis,, and fraxel for my wrinkles doesn't bother me one bit.  The only thing I would not do is cut my face or use botox.  I know it makes no sense but these are my very own idiosyncrasies.

But instead I have to look at these old eyes,  wrinkles and parenthesis and try to remember that it doesn't matter.  But who the hell are we all kidding it does matter to a certain point to me.  It is a sucky sucky thing about getting to your 50's. Ah, but I'm not going to dwell today.  It's a fun day of chocolate and fun for me.  But here is something funny.

Yes that is me sharing my ugly old lady drooping eye lids.  I'm cracking myself up in this photo. Didn't do my hair and I'm showing you my face.  Jeez.  I was trying to be in cognito but it's not working and look at my shoulders - they look funny, like a growth or something up there. I also just noticed it looks like I need some sun don't I?  Jeez, why the hell did i do this?

Ok ladies - go out and celebrate my birthday with me.
Have a piece of chocolate - put on your favorite music and turn it up and dance!
I plan to do all of that plus add in some wine and people you love and that is my favorite holiday!!