let there be cake
Jan. 6th, 2011 10:58 amWell, it's now only a week to go until my birthday!
I love birthdays, always have done. One of the reasons *could* be due to there being more cake than usual.
Mmm, cake.
The only downside with having a birthday this close to christmas is that once it's over, you're done for the year. It's a really loooong wait until the nextcelebration pile of presents birthday cake. Oh, sure. other people have birthday cake, but it's not quite the same unless it's yours, somehow.
I sometimes wish I had a summer birthday so I'd be able to have some friends round for a lazy summer barbecue with beer and sitting outside chatting until well after the sun goes down. As it is, it's invariably cold, dark and miserable - everyone is skint after christmas and on some kind of healty eating or detox kicks.
Ah well.
Anyhoo, this birthday is one of those 'special' ones, with a big fat zero on the end of it.
Being 40 suddenly doesn't seem quite so old as it used to. I'm pretty sure I must have missed a few years along the way too - I reckon I'm still in my mid- to late-twenties really, grey hairs to the contrary.
It's really weird. I don't *feel* old in my head until I start considering how other people might see or think about me, or until I think about how old (or not) they are. People at work who are just turning thirty, or are dreading it. People who I'm now old enough to be their parent...
Scary stuff. Weird to think that you'll never get to go back to being that young person, or be seen as 'one of them', you'll always be the older person in such a group.
Still, I steadfastly refuse to grow up. And if any of you catch me doing so, feel free to call me on it. :-)
Ahem. Enough maudlin. Back to the cake!
So, this time next week I'll be forty. I fully intend to have cake. Mmm, cake.
I love birthdays, always have done. One of the reasons *could* be due to there being more cake than usual.
Mmm, cake.
The only downside with having a birthday this close to christmas is that once it's over, you're done for the year. It's a really loooong wait until the next
I sometimes wish I had a summer birthday so I'd be able to have some friends round for a lazy summer barbecue with beer and sitting outside chatting until well after the sun goes down. As it is, it's invariably cold, dark and miserable - everyone is skint after christmas and on some kind of healty eating or detox kicks.
Ah well.
Anyhoo, this birthday is one of those 'special' ones, with a big fat zero on the end of it.
Being 40 suddenly doesn't seem quite so old as it used to. I'm pretty sure I must have missed a few years along the way too - I reckon I'm still in my mid- to late-twenties really, grey hairs to the contrary.
It's really weird. I don't *feel* old in my head until I start considering how other people might see or think about me, or until I think about how old (or not) they are. People at work who are just turning thirty, or are dreading it. People who I'm now old enough to be their parent...
Scary stuff. Weird to think that you'll never get to go back to being that young person, or be seen as 'one of them', you'll always be the older person in such a group.
Still, I steadfastly refuse to grow up. And if any of you catch me doing so, feel free to call me on it. :-)
Ahem. Enough maudlin. Back to the cake!
So, this time next week I'll be forty. I fully intend to have cake. Mmm, cake.
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Date: 2011-01-06 12:03 pm (UTC)Speaking personally, I find that one of the really nice things about being in my forties is that I can now tell much younger men they look gorgeous if I want, and they don't panic and think I'm chasing them. But I suspect it works rather differently for men. :-D
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Date: 2011-01-06 12:09 pm (UTC)And if I went round telling young ladies that they look gorgeous, I'm pretty sure that K would have some quite strenuous objections on the matter!
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Date: 2011-01-06 12:28 pm (UTC)I often have moments where I forget that, to some younger people, I'm one of their parents' generation. This especially happens when I'm at the hairdressers, I get chatting to the nice friendly girls there, and then suddenly realise that they're nearly all young enough to be my daughters.
I remember a work colleague once telling me I reminded her a bit of her Mum. I was horrified, until I remembered the colleague was only 20 years old and that her Mum was probably around my age, or not much older!
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Date: 2011-01-06 01:46 pm (UTC)Mind you, I drift through much of my day blissfully unaware of my age. In my head I'm still about 26
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Date: 2011-01-06 04:34 pm (UTC)What gets me is when I realise that EB turns ten this year... explains the grey hairs on my head anyway...
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Date: 2011-01-06 05:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-06 01:25 pm (UTC)However, I'm dreading my next '0' birthday in 3 years and 4 days.
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Date: 2011-01-06 04:33 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-01-06 04:52 pm (UTC)Also, I was ogling my son's gymnastics coach (mmmm... nice arm and shoulder muscles!). But when I found out he was under 20 years old, I just felt like a creepy old woman.
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Date: 2011-01-06 05:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-06 05:52 pm (UTC)Happy early birthday....and I hear ya about "holiday-time birthdays." Mine was this past Monday, so yeah......s'all over till next year.
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Date: 2011-01-06 09:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-07 12:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-07 03:16 pm (UTC)now i´m gonna get me some cake. just because.
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Date: 2011-01-07 03:20 pm (UTC)You're only old if you're old inside your head.
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Date: 2011-01-07 03:43 pm (UTC)