Today I am 37 years old.
What a strange number, right? Totally not divisible by anything. That has always bugged me about any number, frankly. No idea why. I just do not like odd numbers in general, even though I was born in an odd-numbered year.
And getting older means that you tend to ramble on about nonsensical things that are of no interest to anyone, in your birthday posts!
Apparently.
But instead of waxing philosophical about getting older and all that jazz, I present you with this picture of me and my bear cake on what I’m going to guess was my 6th birthday. But it may have been my 5th. Either way it was the very early 80’s and that couch is now illegal in all 50 states. Or if not, it should be.
A few observations.
First of all, why is the bear cake STARING up at me? Kinda creepy no?! Maybe he/she knew we were about to dig into him/her. It looks like it wants to eat ME, licking its chops and all…
And the almost-knee socks, OMGAWD, really MOM?!?!
The light green shag carpet (that did not go away until my parents’ house accidentally flooded {blessing in disguise} from a busted pipe during my college years) is quality ’70’s luxury at its best.
I’m also smirking at the smallness of the television you can barely see behind me, on the left. One I’m sure we had to walk up to just to CHANGE the CHANNEL- OH the HORROR!!
My mother made that Afghan draped over the law-breaking couch. I wonder where it is now. I quite like it actually. She probably has it stored away somewhere. Maybe she would give it to me as a birthday present.
And I’m laughing to myself as I look at this photo because this was before we got the two brown velour-like love seats that were in our living room for FORevah! The same ones that my parents found beer can tabs and cigarette butts in after my two oldest brothers threw what I can only assume was a kick-ass kegger, while the rest of the fam (including my dear, sweet Granny, God rest her soul) were on summer vacay in Colorado.
And they woulda gotten away with it too except well, the empty kegs were still in the backyard when we arrived back home and the house, it stunk.
Amateurs.
Anyway here I am on Saturday night before Tim and I went to dinner and then to see The Hunger Games.
I would say I have better taste in dresses now, wouldn’t you? ;-P
37 feels pretty good, actually.
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