How the whole b-day went

Starts as usual with a wakeup call from my dad"Hello old woman" and then he makes me feel guilty about his having a heart condition now. Don't ask me how he does this he just does.

Husband has lamed out on me, claiming poverty, and I don't get a single present. Try for the 12th time to explain I'm not asking for expensive gifts, just some sign that he he thought of me for more than 5 seconds, and a box with ribbon and paper wrapping to shred with a surprise inside. After that wonderful morning I say screw it and go to movies by myself. Hipoint of day is movie with hot cars and hot bods. Come home and go sulk in computer room. Husband comes up around 4:30-5ish and asks whats going to be for dinner. He gets glared at and hastily backpedals to asking what he can do for dinner. I tell him to get chinese food. We eat food and then the evening whittles away to nothing .Husband comes down and sulks for a while that he's feeling bad because he made me feel bad. This does not go over well and I refuse to make him feel better about making me feel bad. I go check my email at 11:30 and get my first card, an online card from the aussie cousins. This makes my day.

Next day comes the comedy portion of our day when my mother calls to talk with me,completly unaware that she forgot my birthday the day before. She has remembered it only once in 17 years, but now I'm not finding it so funny anymore. We're halfway thru the conversation when she stops dead in her tracks and says"Oh damn, I've done it again haven't I. I'm such a shit, I can't believe I did it again." This year I'm none too quick to contradict her. She then pulls out her calender and makes the mistake of telling me that it had been written down in her own handwriting. Stunning how this does nothing to cheer me up. I think to myself that maybe I should mention this blind spot to her shrink-fiance someday, maybe he can work out how a woman can go so out of her way to forget the birthday of her only child that is 3 days before her own birthday. She than goes into her annual speech of how she tries to show her love for me all year round instead of just one day. It's not flying too well this year, especially since I can recite it along with her now. Hi point of this day is when Mark comes home and brings in mail where I find wonderful card from cousin in new york and incredibly sappy card from my inlaws about how wonderful a daughter in law I am.

I've decided the best birthday I've had was when I was 21 and drank a bottle of tequila,by myself, minus an inch with 1/2 dozen limes and a shaker of salt. I had no idea how drunk I was until I tried to stand up. It no longer counts in my extensive list of bad birthdays.

How the whole b-day went

Starts as usual with a wakeup call from my dad"Hello old woman" and then he makes me feel guilty about his having a heart condition now. Don't ask me how he does this he just does.

Husband has lamed out on me, claiming poverty, and I don't get a single present. Try for the 12th time to explain I'm not asking for expensive gifts, just some sign that he he thought of me for more than 5 seconds, and a box with ribbon and paper wrapping to shred with a surprise inside. After that wonderful morning I say screw it and go to movies by myself. Hipoint of day is movie with hot cars and hot bods. Come home and go sulk in computer room. Husband comes up around 4:30-5ish and asks whats going to be for dinner. He gets glared at and hastily backpedals to asking what he can do for dinner. I tell him to get chinese food. We eat food and then the evening whittles away to nothing .Husband comes down and sulks for a while that he's feeling bad because he made me feel bad. This does not go over well and I refuse to make him feel better about making me feel bad. I go check my email at 11:30 and get my first card, an online card from the aussie cousins. This makes my day.

Next day comes the comedy portion of our day when my mother calls to talk with me,completly unaware that she forgot my birthday the day before. She has remembered it only once in 17 years, but now I'm not finding it so funny anymore. We're halfway thru the conversation when she stops dead in her tracks and says"Oh damn, I've done it again haven't I. I'm such a shit, I can't believe I did it again." This year I'm none too quick to contradict her. She then pulls out her calender and makes the mistake of telling me that it had been written down in her own handwriting. Stunning how this does nothing to cheer me up. I think to myself that maybe I should mention this blind spot to her shrink-fiance someday, maybe he can work out how a woman can go so out of her way to forget the birthday of her only child that is 3 days before her own birthday. She than goes into her annual speech of how she tries to show her love for me all year round instead of just one day. It's not flying too well this year, especially since I can recite it along with her now. Hi point of this day is when Mark comes home and brings in mail where I find wonderful card from cousin in new york and incredibly sappy card from my inlaws about how wonderful a daughter in law I am.

I've decided the best birthday I've had was when I was 21 and drank a bottle of tequila,by myself, minus an inch with 1/2 dozen limes and a shaker of salt. I had no idea how drunk I was until I tried to stand up. It no longer counts in my extensive list of bad birthdays.

How the whole b-day went

Starts as usual with a wakeup call from my dad"Hello old woman" and then he makes me feel guilty about his having a heart condition now. Don't ask me how he does this he just does.

Husband has lamed out on me, claiming poverty, and I don't get a single present. Try for the 12th time to explain I'm not asking for expensive gifts, just some sign that he he thought of me for more than 5 seconds, and a box with ribbon and paper wrapping to shred with a surprise inside. After that wonderful morning I say screw it and go to movies by myself. Hipoint of day is movie with hot cars and hot bods. Come home and go sulk in computer room. Husband comes up around 4:30-5ish and asks whats going to be for dinner. He gets glared at and hastily backpedals to asking what he can do for dinner. I tell him to get chinese food. We eat food and then the evening whittles away to nothing .Husband comes down and sulks for a while that he's feeling bad because he made me feel bad. This does not go over well and I refuse to make him feel better about making me feel bad. I go check my email at 11:30 and get my first card, an online card from the aussie cousins. This makes my day.

Next day comes the comedy portion of our day when my mother calls to talk with me,completly unaware that she forgot my birthday the day before. She has remembered it only once in 17 years, but now I'm not finding it so funny anymore. We're halfway thru the conversation when she stops dead in her tracks and says"Oh damn, I've done it again haven't I. I'm such a shit, I can't believe I did it again." This year I'm none too quick to contradict her. She then pulls out her calender and makes the mistake of telling me that it had been written down in her own handwriting. Stunning how this does nothing to cheer me up. I think to myself that maybe I should mention this blind spot to her shrink-fiance someday, maybe he can work out how a woman can go so out of her way to forget the birthday of her only child that is 3 days before her own birthday. She than goes into her annual speech of how she tries to show her love for me all year round instead of just one day. It's not flying too well this year, especially since I can recite it along with her now. Hi point of this day is when Mark comes home and brings in mail where I find wonderful card from cousin in new york and incredibly sappy card from my inlaws about how wonderful a daughter in law I am.

I've decided the best birthday I've had was when I was 21 and drank a bottle of tequila,by myself, minus an inch with 1/2 dozen limes and a shaker of salt. I had no idea how drunk I was until I tried to stand up. It no longer counts in my extensive list of bad birthdays.