Birthdays

Today is my Dad's birthday. He was born on this day in 1950. That's a long time ago.

My birthday is in exactly two weeks. (This is my blog. I'm entitled to talk about my own birthday. If Dad wants to talk about his birthday in more detail, he'll need to get his own blog.) This is how I remember his birthday, I know it's exactly 14 days before mine. I count backwards. It's something I learned to do at Tomahawk Elementary School. Ah, good times.

My Mom's birthday is two weeks after mine. It's a woman's perogative to state or not state her age so I'll leave that up to her. (This is my blog. I'm entitled to talk about my own birthday. If Mom wants to talk about her birthday in more detail, she'll need to get her own blog.) This is how I remember her birthday. I know it is exactly 14 days after mine. I count forward. It's something I learned to do at Tomahawk Elementary School.

Mom is 20 years older than me. Dad is 20 years older than the hubby.

My birthday is May 4. That's two weeks from today. (This is my blog. I'm entitled to talk about my own birthday.) I was born on this day thirty-!#$%^&;*() years ago. It's a woman's perogative to state or not state her age. I'm exercising my right not to.

While I do not actually recognize the progression of my age, I do enjoy celebrating it every year. I am not the type of person who throws her own birthday party. I feel like it's my husband's responsibility. He does not feel the same. Or he doesn't think my birthday is important and is just keeping it to himself. You never actually know with him. He's the strong silent type. Well, sometimes.

And I do love surprises.

I'm just saying.

(If anyone should like to suggest to my husband that he read my blog and check out the post with the shoe pictures, I wouldn't mind that. If you also wanted to give him a little nudge towards Maurice's, I also wouldn't mind that.)

Happy Birthday Dad!!