I’m Not Fishing for Birthday Wishes

Awww, who the heck am I kidding?  Everybody who blogs knows how fun comments are!

But really, that’s not what this post is about.

Originally I was going to write a post along the lines of Important Things I’ve Learned in 40 Years, or 40 Important Things I’ve Learned in 40 Years.  But as I’ve contemplated that concept for a while now, all I’ve come up with is this:

It doesn’t matter what the advertising or packaging says, your mascara will clump.  They all do.

So, yeah, 40 years and that’s the wisdom I have to share with the world.  EARTHSHATTERING, I know.

Instead, let me tell you a bit about my actual birthday celebration (which was yesterday) (though my birthday is today) (but no pressure to leave me a “happy-birthday-40-isn’t-really-that-old” comment).

First:  My husband . . . wow! What can I say?  He’s awesome.  He planned a surprise party for me back home (which, admittedly, I found out about a couple of weeks or so in advance) at our favorite Asian buffet.  So all of my family was there, and several of my friends were there, and it was really just perfect.  It was exactly what I needed to distract myself from the fact that I am ol . . . la la la la la la la la la!

Not going to think about that.  Not going to think about that.  Not going to think about that.

So the party was really perfect for me because I have been rather angsty about this birthday for a while now (I’m sure none of you noticed) and he made it a happy occasion, even telling everyone NO black and/or Over the Hill decorations.

Yeah, he’s hot and he rocks.

Second:  I don’t know if it’s due to all the October stress, or if it’s just my body’s way of denying my agedness, but I had to go to my party with the acne of a 16-year-old.  It would have worked fine had it been a Christmas party since, you know, I looked like Rudolph with my red nose and something resembling an antler growing between my eyebrows, but alas . . . 

Third: (And I swear I am not making this up) after my family and friends sang Happy Birthday to me at the restaurant, an older gentleman, a total stranger, came into our section asking who the birthday boy or girl was.  When everyone identified me he asked if I wanted a birthday spanking!  I mean, he was smiling and joking, but, umm . . . weird?

Duuuuude!  You are old.  Your arm couldn’t last that long.

He laughed good-naturedly and left when I declined, but, as I already mentioned . . . weird?

So my one friend said, “I wonder how he would have reacted if it turned out the birthday person had been a man?”

I told her he didn’t seem like the type to care either way, but wondered what he would have done if I’d said yes.

She then said the bigger question was, “What would Matt have done if you had said yes?”

I told her that one was easy:  The old guy would no longer be an old guy – he’d be a dead guy.

Of course I couldn’t have that since, next to the older guy, I looked YOUNG!

And Tewt the Newt?  Really wants to go back to bed.

13 thoughts on “I’m Not Fishing for Birthday Wishes

  1. tkslexus

    Have a wonderful birthday and enjoy your day to the fullest. Wishing you many blessings for the many years to come. SN: 40 is the new 20 so party like it’s 1999 🙂


  2. Happy Birthday! As someone who turned 4(ugh) last month, I give you my deepest sympathies. And your DH is especially awesome (and also hot, I totally agree) for telling everyone NOT to bring any of those “over-the-hill” decorations!!!

    And the spanking thing IS vewy vewy cweepy.


  3. Hooray for a great party to celebrate a great person! Sorry about the zits- I so feel your pain on that one. That’s a fine birthdayhowdoyoudo. Happy birthday!!


  4. Happy (Belated!) Birthday. I? Refuse to accept the number 40. In fact most of the time I’m in denial that I’m 39. (It looks like forgetfulness, but we know it’s really denial). But YOU are fabulous at forty… with a pretty fabu hubby too. 🙂


  5. Hey! Happy Bday a few days late! I found that leaving my thirties behind was a very liberating experience. I’m staring at 44 just ahead, and looking forward to it (Hahaha! I typed that with a straight face! Oooh, boy. I kill me, sometimes). Love the spanking story. Wish you would have said yes, just to see what the old guy would have done. That would have been an even AWESOMER story. I had a family member (who was talking about dressing as Santa for Christmas that year) suggest that I sit on his lap and tell him what I want. I was about 30 at the time. Ewww. Just.Ick.

    I’m trying to get back up to speed with your blog, so I need your current password… puh-leeeeeze? If, of course, you’ll deem me worthy. chelle433@hotmail.com


  6. Happy belated birthday!

    Maybe there is something Acne-ish going around. 😉 My face has broken out horribly recently. Doc says it could be a reaction to the skin cancer treatment I am undergoing. Whatever it is…I am sick of looking this way!

    Hey, and the 40’s are fun!


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