sheila66So.  Today is my birthday.  I’m 44  thirty-fourteen.  This first pic is me at my very first birthday party eating cake and ice cream.  I pretty much still sheila_easter1look the same (when I eat cake and ice cream) 

Here’s me all dressed up for Easter…which is usually always right around my birthday….I still love dressing up now…about as much as I did here.

This is me & my beautiful mom.   This is me with my biological father!  Blahhha Ha! 
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(This is how photoshopping was done in the 60′s.)

I seriously don’t see the big thing with getting older.  I find it rather refreshing.   I just love the individual growth as I age.   It’s very enlightening. 

I don’t like big parties for my birthday.  I hate those ‘milestone’ parties.  30, 40, 50.  But I do like to be remembered at the very least.  lol.  Which brings me to a funny story.  A couple years ago Shane had to get a couple teeth pulled and then got a partial.  It was a day before my birthday when this all happened.  Well, around here, usually we make it a point to wish a happy birthday when the person wakes up.  It’s kinda like ‘that persons day’ all day.  You know…they pick the dinner, the entertainment for the evening….yadda yadda.  The kids still, as old as they are, make home made cards.  It’s simple and nice.  And  I do  enjoy a present.  Well, that year, the kids got up, wished me a happy day and went to school.  Shane…on the other hand.  Woke up as if it were just another day.  Hmmm, I thought….could he have possibly forgotten ((gasp)) my birthday? 

I waited.  And waited.  No wishes.  I picked the kids up from school and they were astonished that dad didn’t remember.  I told them, in no uncertain terms…that they were to remind him.   Poor kids…they actually felt bad for me.   But I told them I was going to have a little ‘fun’ with this and to keep quiet.  So I went and bought myself a small gift and a cake and hid it in the kitchen.  At 7:30pm.  After my not so special regular old dinner (that I had to make),  I noticed Shane was in another room, so I put my plan into action!   I lit the candles and the kids and I all sang Happy Birthday to me as I walked the cake into the living room. 

Shane, who just heard singing and saw a pretty cake with glowing candles….came into the room smiling from ear to ear,  said with glee and excitement…”you got a cake to celebrate my new teeth?”

((skreetch ~ Stop.  The.  Music.))

“Huh?  NO!  You moron…it’s my BIRTH-DAY”

(looking stunned – deer in the headlights stunned….sound of crickets)  “It’s not your birthday, isn’t that tomorrow?”

“Uh.  No.”

“Isn’t today the 30th?”

“31st. I know my own birthday.”

Since then he hasn’t forgotten another birthday.  But I’ll tell you, it was extremely fun watching him squirm that day.   That might have been the best present ever!

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