Well, That Was Fun
Yesterday was my 38th birthday. (Gulp. Firmly in the late thirties right now. Reeeallly got to get on the stick if I am ever going to be considered a wunderkind. Already missed the prodigy window. It's looking like I may have to settle for late bloomer at this point.) Anyway, yeah, birthday on the Super Bowl. Not the worst thing in the world since I am a football fan but does limit the options for what to do on the day itself. Uh, yeah, guess I'll be watching a football game and some puerile beer ads. Drowning my sorrows in Matthew's famous tacos as the Giants lose to the Sith Lords, I mean Patriots. BUT! NO! The gods shined upon young Eli and his band of merry men and they pulled it out in the most dramatic fashion possible. I have been know to wax philosophic in this space before about the beauty and thrill I get out of sports played at the highest level so yesterday's game was a little gift from heaven for me. Loved it.
In other birthday news I was showered with gifts and treated to a spa day on Saturday to make up for the birthday on Super Bowl thing. Matthew and I escaped from our children (thank you Bubbie) to a chi-chi village not far from here where I got a massage and facial and he shopped for fancy meat. (Could we be any more hunter-gatherer? Me in my sweat hogan and him out clubbing porterhouse?) It was extremely restorative. When the masseuse was working on my arms and hands I nearly passed out from sheer relief. I had no idea how completely worn out they were with all the infant-lifting and preschooler-blocking. When I am Queen of the Universe everybody gets weekly hours-long massages. And first-season FOTC DVDs. If that's what you're into. And that reminds me of my mother's bday card to me:
[Two lunching ladies]
LL#1: So where's your birthday party at?
LL#2: Don't end your sentences with a preposition.
LL#1: So where's your birthday party at, bitch?
Grammar humor FTW!
Get out! *shoving you vigorously* You are not 38! I thought you were considerably younger, what with all that dancin'-woman energy you exhibited at BlogHer.
Happy birthday, and happy Giants win!
I never had any particular goal for myself. Then when I realized my book would be out a month before my 41st birthday, I assigned myself the retroactive life goal of "publish first book by age 40." Just be on the lookout for things you've completed and declare them your proof of wunderkindity and accomplishment.
Posted by: Orange | February 04, 2008 at 04:19 PM
Happy birthday! How about a goal of having two kids, keeping a rad blog, and writing a bunch of haiku before the age of forty? Check!
And did the Giants win or what? My New Jersey man was on cloud nine (and still is).
I myself have been fantasizing about a postnatal massage from the wonderful woman who gave me a prenatal massage on my 39th b-day a few months back. I may have to give myself a Valentine's day present or something.
Posted by: E. | February 04, 2008 at 11:59 PM
happy birthday! We are 4th sisters--my 38th was Jan. 4th. Salud, friend.
Posted by: Feral Mom | February 05, 2008 at 03:38 AM
Did I mention that math is hard?
Posted by: Feral Mom | February 05, 2008 at 03:40 AM
When do we start the voting to make you Queen of the Universe? Because I could go for the weekly hour-long massage.
Oh, and Happy Birthday!!!
Posted by: DadaMama | February 05, 2008 at 07:51 AM
Now I want to end all my sentences in prepositions just to get chastised so I can end them with bitch. Too funny.
Posted by: Noelle | February 05, 2008 at 10:32 AM
1. Happy Birthday! I'll be 38 this summer.
2. I can tell from here that you don't look a day over 21.
3. That football game was one of the best game I have ever seen.
4. I love grammar humor.
Posted by: jane | February 05, 2008 at 04:18 PM
Sweet Baby Jebus...to be 38 again. You wear it well.
Posted by: Mrs. Ian Cusick Beaverhausen | February 06, 2008 at 01:11 AM
Age is the gift that keeps on giving. Happy birthday.
Posted by: BOSSY | February 06, 2008 at 01:32 PM
Happy freaking birthday! I would totally throw back a palinka in your honor right now, but I don't think that's what the ob/gyn meant by an "occasional drink."
Posted by: nicolle | February 06, 2008 at 02:02 PM
Happy belated. I will be 39 in March which is even more terrifying. May even be too late for late bloomer. Still, delightful to see other people getting older...
Posted by: Anne | February 08, 2008 at 08:30 AM
Like Anne, my 39th is coming up (April for me). Thirty-eight has been pretty good. Hope it's good for you, too!
I once heard an author say that there's no point in trying to write a novel before you're 40. You don't have enough life experience before then. So that's my excuse.
Posted by: juliloquy | February 12, 2008 at 06:21 PM