40 is the new 30?

I was born on Thanksgiving Day. My family has those "hilarious" stories about how my mom was cooking dinner, turkey was in the oven, guests were on their way. Since it was the mid-60s, she probably had a cigarette in one hand and a strong drink in the other, not because she was a bad mother, but because it wasn't bad for you or the baby back then. Suddenly, the contractions began. My dad drove my mother through the snow to the hospital, where he DROPPED HER OFF, then returned home to enjoy a lovely meal with friends and family. After mom labouring alone, and after dad was well-fed and had gotten a good night's sleep, he returned to the hospital to pick me and my mother up. She carried me in her lap on the way home in the front seat of the car without a seatbelt on, because seatbelts weren't cool back then. When we got home, the dishes were still in the sink.

Do men miss those days?

For 40 years my family has celebrated my birthday on Thanksgiving Day. Which would be oh so cool if Thanksgiving were the same day every year.... So this year, for my biggest birthday yet - as they seem to be every year - my husband threw me a birthday party ON my birthday. I didn't have a pumpkin pie with candles in it. And we didn't eat turkey.

Posted at 09:35AM Nov 29, 2006 by sarad in General  |  Comments[6]