It's Not My Birthday, Not Today
or
Un-Merry Un-Birthday
It's Not My Birthday, Not Today
or
Un-Merry Un-Birthday
Should I dig through silky waxy memories and see what I can find? Would I be indulging us both, or simply wasting my own time? Hmmm, I could be waiting a while if I wait for a response, so I'll take a chance on this being interesting:
In my youth my mom baked. She was very good at it, and it was something that was mutually beneficial to all involved parties. I remember birthdays fondly primarily due to the cakes she would make. That would be my main 'gift'. I never really invited many friends over for birthdays, I can't even remember the most people I've ever had at a party...maybe three or four? Sorry, back to cakes. I remember a few of them. A three-dimensional Carebear, don't remember precisely which bear, just remember that the cake was bigger than my head. Another year she did a bust of Darth-Vader. (Bet you never thought you'd see 'bust' and Darth-Vader in the same sentence.) The funny thing is, I don't recall ever really liking cake. But I liked the thought and effort she put into her art form. Just to please the child she had excised from her body...(Ok, I know that's a harsh way of phrasing it, but it's tongue-in-cheek)
Even though I do recall receiving Legos, a Desk, clothes, etc, I remember the cakes most clearly...
So yes, I'm now officially even older than all of my fellow students. I received three phone calls, and a bible. I'm actually rather bitter about the bible, for one thing it's christian and was given to me by a jewish acquaintance of mine, so I can't help but feel like he was just trying to get rid of it and thought throwing it away was inappropriate... The other reasons are not really important or worth explaining...
'cause I like you
but I know you don't know it
I like you soo much,
I talk to everyone but you
and I wonder
what you would think of this little number
I wonder
what you would say if you knew
If you don't ask the right questions
every answer seems wrong
--Ani DiFranco, "Hell Yeah"
In my youth my mom baked. She was very good at it, and it was something that was mutually beneficial to all involved parties. I remember birthdays fondly primarily due to the cakes she would make. That would be my main 'gift'. I never really invited many friends over for birthdays, I can't even remember the most people I've ever had at a party...maybe three or four? Sorry, back to cakes. I remember a few of them. A three-dimensional Carebear, don't remember precisely which bear, just remember that the cake was bigger than my head. Another year she did a bust of Darth-Vader. (Bet you never thought you'd see 'bust' and Darth-Vader in the same sentence.) The funny thing is, I don't recall ever really liking cake. But I liked the thought and effort she put into her art form. Just to please the child she had excised from her body...(Ok, I know that's a harsh way of phrasing it, but it's tongue-in-cheek)
Even though I do recall receiving Legos, a Desk, clothes, etc, I remember the cakes most clearly...
So yes, I'm now officially even older than all of my fellow students. I received three phone calls, and a bible. I'm actually rather bitter about the bible, for one thing it's christian and was given to me by a jewish acquaintance of mine, so I can't help but feel like he was just trying to get rid of it and thought throwing it away was inappropriate... The other reasons are not really important or worth explaining...
I will try to post again sometime today. I am not sure when/if I'll post over spring break. (consults Magic-Eight-Ball)....
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(-Outlook not so good-)
'cause I like you
but I know you don't know it
I like you soo much,
I talk to everyone but you
and I wonder
what you would think of this little number
I wonder
what you would say if you knew
If you don't ask the right questions
every answer seems wrong
--Ani DiFranco, "Hell Yeah"
posted by Instantiable at 12:09 PM
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