Yesterday was my birthday. I’m 29. I’m REALLY 29 — not “I’m attempting to stay in my 20s and shall ignore the birth year listed on my license and other important documentation” 29.
I’ve always liked odd years better. I think 29 and I will get along just fine. I feel MUCH smarter and more worldly than I did yesterday.
I love birthdays. Nothing extraordinary has to happen on my birthday — just the fact that it’s MY birthday makes the day special. Plus, my birthday is on 7/11 (like the convenience store!). It was on 7/11/11 this year, so it was pretty much the best birthday ever.
I’ve spent the past 28 years strongly encouraging everyone to remember my birthday (I probably wasn’t actively campaigning for my 1st birthday, so I’ll subtract one year). For example, conversations with me may go something like this:
Stranger: “Hello. This weather is beautiful.”
Me: “It IS lovely weather. If there was a 7-Eleven convenience store nearby, I’d totally buy a Slurpee. By the way, my birthday is on 7/11! How cool is that?!”
I’m not exaggerating — I’ve really had conversations like that. Some may think that’s pathetic — I just think it’s effective. My friends are AWESOME at remembering my birthday! And their birthday wishes make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
I like my birthday so much, I decided to throw a party for myself this year. And, since it was my birthday party, I fixed my favorite foods. It was delicious. It also resulted in a refrigerator filled with the most exciting leftovers ever! PLUS, my friend Tami (who is very Martha Stewart-ish) made me my very favorite cake ever — a drool-worthy chocolate cake with coffee frosting. Somehow, my own birthday cake always tastes at least 1000x better than any other cake.
Meredith totally earned her “super roommate” Girl Scout badge with what is quite possibly one of the best birthday gifts ever! She sent little postcards (I think) to 25 of my friends. Each postcard has a design, and the postcards fit together to form a large picture. Everyone was instructed to write a little note to “The Birthday Girl” (aka — ME!). The notes warmed my little heart! It was super exciting to open the mailbox and find the little puzzle pieces.
The most common topic mentioned in the notes — veggies and poop. My friends and family know me well.
My 92-year-old grandma wrote: “I was the first one to hold you and also saw your first poop! I was one happy grandma.” That’s just good stuff. I shall cherish all the notes forever.
Two other VERY exciting things happened on my birthday — 1. We picked our first pea from the garden! (it was a “happ-pea” birthday); and 2. A friend had a baby — which means I have a little birthday buddy! I love birthday buddies!
Here are a few birthday pictures:
I got a straw hat from John. It’s my official gardening hat. He purchased the ribbon for the bow and tied it on the hat — he also stitched the ribbon on the hat so it would fit my midget pinhead. I think my plants will have an increased level of respect for me now that I have a straw hat.
I’d been eyeing this print for several months at Ephemera, a local stationery store. Meredith knew I’d give it a good home, so she purchased it for me. I like to think I used the term “urban farmer” before it began showing up on prints and t-shirts, but I may be delusional.
Here’s my birthday card from my parents (primarily my dad) — the inside reads “another year of sharing life’s ups and downs together — happy anniversary.” My dad “fixed” the card by crossing out anniversary and writing birthday. He’s creative like that.
So far, 29 has been an excellent year. I even have a small pile of radish greens on my kitchen counter just waiting to be made into some sort of non-traditional breakfast.
It doesn’t get much better than that. Wait — it does get slightly better. I also have one little piece of cake in the fridge. The coffee frosting means it can masquerade as a breakfast food.