I had one of those milestone birthdays that people like to celebrate in strange ways. I’ve never quite understood why anyone would want to make fun of a person because they reach a certain age, giving them ridiculous gifts of senior citizen ointments, canes and other items they can’t use. I personally find it rude and uncalled for. Luckily my family knows this and has never put one of these together in my honor knowing I’d more than likely have a hissy fit and leave.
Don’t get me wrong, I love parties, I just don’t want them to be about me. I don’t enjoy being the center of attention with everyone looking at me. I’m not an introvert, I like people and have no problem talking to anyone; I just don’t feel comfortable being the reason for a celebration.
I love to plan parties; you can ask anyone who knows me well. A few years a go I was well known for my annual Halloween parties. I love cooking and serving food, mixing drinks and decorating. It’s a lot of fun.
My husband and his family love birthday parties and being the center of attention, because of this I’ve planned a big one for all of his milestone birthdays, complete with a live band, food and drinks. I didn’t do the over the hill thing although friends and family showed up with “those” gifts anyway. Luckily, he gets a kick out of that sort of thing.
For me close family at a restaurant with no cake or staff singing to me is more my speed. I don’t really like cake anyway. I know y’all think I’m really weird now. My kids and husband give me presents but not in public. I know these are probably odd rules to some of y’all but it’s my day and I figure I should be able to celebrate it anyway I choose: without the geriatric salves and humiliation. That one still baffles me.
For those of you wondering, he got me jewelry. :o)
So… I’m not writing this to get well wishes or any attention because it’s no big deal; really, it’s just another day gone by in the good ol’ summer time. I just wanted to share another one of my idiosyncrasies.
