Maybe we could have a topic called "Birthdays This Month" or some such thing. So for April the April birthdays could identify themselves, and the rest of us could wish them a Happy Birthday and extend felicitations. Same thing for May, June, etc., etc.
I haven't really thought this out, but I like to wish people a Happy Birthday and so many here don't have that from their spouses anymore.
Sounds like a good idea, Elizabeth. I'll have to wait a while for mine - I had one in December. Be the good Lord willin', I'll have another one in December of this year!
Isa and I share the 13th (already discussed on another thread). We had a Friday the 13th birthday this year. Coco also shares our month. Happy birthday Coco!
I'm not having birthdays anymore. They're not good for me. If I have another one then I'll turn into a senior citizen. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! I figure if I refuse then my turkey neck will stop evolving and my stunningly sleek jawline now becoming jowls, may grow back. If I don't one day someone's going to unravel the basset hound face and say "Oh there you are Peter!"
"I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take it anymore!" That's what the judge says I was screaming when I was arrested for disturbing the force. I told him I didn't know the language very well and thought I was yelling "Pie and ice cream for everyone!" The judge said I was still going to be fine.
Happy Birthday to me I'm going back into the trees I want none of it at all And you can hold all my calls
When I was 17, I had a crush on the lady across the street. She was a friend of my mother and our families were often together. They had a pool and we were often over there for a swim while all the parents gabbed. She was my mother's age.
When I was 56 or so and my father had passed away, I would pick my mother up from London, Ontario and have her stay with me for a week or two. I let her pick her social engagements because I was retired and Dianne was still working because she wanted to. This couple was always included in those visits.
On this day I called to let them know mom wasn't coming as planned and while I had her on the phone I told her I wanted to tell her something. I told her I had a crush on her at 17 and often fantasized about her and that I hoped she would forgive me for telling her that. "Um hmm" she answered as I heard her husband talking in the background. "Is that ok that I told you that?" I asked her. "Um hmmm" she answered. My mother passed away not long after and I never did see or talk to them again. I knew her nature well enough that I was pretty sure she wouldn't have a problem with that at all. In fact, and that was in the tone of that last um hmm, it was all good.
Years earlier my mother and that man had a very short affair - a thing I helped my mother cover up and kept secret until now. He knew I knew though.
I don't think age has much to do with anything. I think it's much more important that I've always gotten away with things like that and more seriously that my weird outlook has allowed me to dive into so many pools. Like that eclectic moment I was on the phone telling my 80 year old aunt I would have loved to when I was 17 knowing she wouldn't mind. I didn't know I would never be in front of them again when I said that. I simply shared a truth in one of the edges that by whatever fates, my life is full of. I'll tell you what else I know. She didn't mind at all.