The American Cancer Society is the ‘official’ sponsor of birthdays. I’m not sure what that means other than after you have cancer, celebrating yet another birthday is a bigger deal…I guess. I don’t think I really feel that way.
In my most road races, I’m in the 35-39 age group. It’s starting to suck because I really can’t compete any longer with those 35 year old whippersnappers…I know this because last weekend I was 100 out of 132 finishers in the Mercer Island Half Marathon. My finishing time was 2:12. I’m happy with that! No, really I am. It’s not my best time but it’s also not my worst time. I’m just glad I got up and did it. It was a great race and would highly recommend it.
So today I’m celebrating #38. There is nothing really special about the number thirty-eight. Believe me, I’ve been thinking about it all day. I think the only good thing is I’m not 39 and therefore I’m not 40. I’m predicting next year will be worse and more like this year is the calm before the storm.
Once upon a time, 38 years ago on Easter to be exact, in Nashville, TN I was brought into this world. My parents used to joke that the Easter Bunny brought me…you know…because my parents never had sex. But if you ask my mom about childbirth, she’ll say it was a joy. Surprisingly she didn’t have any drugs, no epidural, no nothing and she will always with a smile say ‘It was a JOY!’ I asked my dad once if this was true and he said absolutely – she had a smile the entire time. They were firm believers of the breathing & focal point method. With my brother who was born 4 years earlier, they just knocked her out and she woke up with a baby boy. I’m still thinking there could be a mistake.
Here’s the proof…my mom after I was born…does this look like a woman in pain??
And this will be the one and only time I show a naked picture of myself on the internet. My dad once asked one of my boyfriends if he wanted to see a naked picture of me…he turned red, looked at me and said didn’t know how to answer the question.
Over the years, I’ve had some great birthdays. My mom always made them special…I decided today to go through the scrapbook she made for me and remember those birthdays.
There was the year we went to the Fontaine House in Memphis – the year was 1985 and I was turning 10…that was a big deal…double digits – once you go double digits, you never go back. I had asked my girlfriends to dress up which wasn’t exactly accepted…you can tell in the picture. The Fontaine House was a old historic home in Memphis that had a cute little ginger bread house in the back. We took a tour and then played old fashioned games like drop the handkerchief. My mom stayed up late the night before to make me a teddy bear cake – teddy bears were my favorite thing when I was 10. We didn’t get to actually eat the cake because one of the party members leaned on the table and the cake came crashing to the floor – I think my mom cried a bit. (I’m the second one on the left – I know you’re jealous of those fly backs I have)
Then there was the year we went to Lichterman Nature Center – my mom set up a scavenger hunt for us to find cool stuff in the woods. I remember an uninvited but welcomed guest that year – a deer – it actually let us walk up close to it.
All my birthdays were magical as a kid. My mom always made them the ultimate celebration – at least I thought they were!
When I turned 21, my dad bought my first legal beer for me at the Rendezvous. I got carded for the first time, even though I had been drinking there for the last few years with my dad. He gave me a .357 Ruger gp100 revolver. I still have it today even though I haven’t been to the range in years. It’s just not the same without him…
Since being an adult, it’s been a little different – don’t get me wrong, we’ve had some fun but I think it just sucks getting older.
Today, I got a call from my brother wishing me a happy birthday a day earlier he said. He always likes to joke that my birthday is actually on the 31st…one year he forgot and called me a day late therefore since then, my birthday is on the 31st. He claims he should know when my birthday is since he was there. Ha ha! For the record, my birth certificate says the 30th. Later, Alan and I went to Seattle and had brunch at the Space Needle. If you haven’t been there, there is a restaurant below the observation deck that rotates around the city. It’s a lot of fun!
Most of my birthdays have been in Memphis which actually has a season called Spring. Seattle doesn’t typically have a good Spring and therefore my birthday is usually cold. Not this year…I couldn’t have asked for more perfect weather…68 degrees and sunny!!! Seriously, this is a big deal. It’s exactly what I wanted! SUN!! Glorious Sun!
After brunch, we went to the Chihuly Garden and Glass exhibit at the Seattle Center. It was beautiful. Dave Chihuly is known for his blown glass. I know my pictures aren’t great but here are a few that I took with my phone.
Overall, I guess 38 isn’t bad…but it’s not exactly good either.