Happy Birthday, Klingon Bobble Head

Today is my first day of forty-six, and I have to say, it feels a lot like forty-five, and forty-four, and forty… and a lot better than six, because I’ve feel like I’ve grown into my head.

I love birthdays. When my boys were little, we used to play a game to see who could wish the birthday person happy birthday first. Well, the boys are grown up now, and they don’t give a shit who tells them happy birthday first, or if they are the first one to tell me happy birthday; but I still love the game.

And I have a hard time going to bed the night before my birthday because I can’t wait to find out who will be the first person to wish me a Happy Birthday. And then, on my birthday, I recite a list of the top ten Happy Birthday wishers in a Rainman-esque fashion to everyone. No, I’m not competitive. At all.

And by the way, this year Ethel was the first one to wish me Happy Birthday; and number two was Nic; number three was Hubs; number four was my boss; number five was Alex… Definitely time for Wapner. Four o’clock.

And as far as the aging part of birthdays, PSSHT. Whatever. I’m comfortable with forty-six. After all, I’m much more independent now, than I was at six; I’m much more hormonally balanced now, than I was when I was sixteen; I’m much more confident now, than I was at twenty-six; and I’m much more relaxed now, than I was when I was thirty-six. Age is relative, and just like everything else, you have to take the good with the bad, and when things get messy you just buy a better bra.

And hopefully by my fifty-sixth birthday, I will acquire spatial awareness, and then I’ll quit accidentally banging my head on sharp cabinet corners.

Yes, I really banged my large head on the corner of a cabinet, during my birthday dinner party. Again.

So this is the face of forty-six for me. See, I’m very proportionate (pre-Klingon-style head bump, of course).


4 comments on “Happy Birthday, Klingon Bobble Head

  1. Roxie the Outlaw
    April 7, 2013 at April 7, 2013 #

    I totally get it. Only I can’t remember how old I am any more. I spent two years telling people (and believing it) that I was 42. After you hit 40 I think the number after the 4 ceases to have any sort of importance.

    • virtualendings
      April 7, 2013 at April 7, 2013 #

      HA! I did that too! Although, I wasn’t going to admit it LOL I literally took a calculator and did the math before I wrote this ๐Ÿ™‚

      • Roxie the Outlaw
        April 8, 2013 at April 8, 2013 #

        HAHA! Kindred spirits, I see. ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. adrienne715
    April 14, 2013 at April 14, 2013 #

    Cute pic!

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