Thirty-seven years ago, my mom crapped out her fifth kid, fourth daughter in a row, and named her Kimberly Ann Harris. No, I'm not the youngest - there are two more crappers after me!
I thought I'd go back and talk about memorable birthdays of long LONG ago, and one that sticks out in my mind the most was when I turned twelve, in 6th grade. That morning as I was getting ready for school, I was listening to our local radio station. Every day they picked a birthday winner, called them on the phone, and gave them the prize of the Rick Dees Weekly Top 40 album.
Yes I said album. As in VINYL.
Anyhoo, the Dee Jay played the birthday music and soon enough I heard him utter the words I'm now calling Kim Harris... I scrambled for a phone, nervously talked to the guy for a minute, and rode the cloud nine throughout the rest of my day, parking it above my desk at school where no one else could touch it.
I had been called by the radio. ON AIR, BITCHEZ.
I really was happy that day - I felt fucking special. Eventually the album did come, only it was six albums. Six giant, black, shiny, vinyl albums to hold 40 songs. The #1 song? Keep me Hangin' On, by Kim Wilde. Yesssssssssssssss.
By the time birthday #37 has rolled around, it has become less of a roll and more of an amble. Shit just isn't the same. Not bad mind you, just different.
I got a phone call from my dad yesterday and he got halfway through his loud, proud Happy Birthday song when he stopped abruptly and said wait, what day is today? Oh I called a day early! Just hang up and I'll call back tomorrow! -click-
This morning the gang at work assembled embarrassingly into the office where I was sitting and awkwardly sang to me. I asked when the stripper would be showing up and they all called for Ken, the old guy we work with. That would have rocked in SO many ways.
A few days ago the kids went to the Garage-O-Rama and on their own, spent some of their money on birthday and Mother's Day gifts for me. I eagerly opened them, along with the awesome homemade card Amanda spent a shitload of time making.
Best gifts in the WORLD.
So at this age special birthdays aren't about all the cool parties and the loot, but they are about each and every individual's way of showing they are thinking about you on your day. Shit, with facebook a birthday girl or boy will get dozens of well-wishers speaking their little happy birthday-ness to you. It's all quite sweet, really.
So with that I leave you with a mouthful of German chocolate cake a coworker made, and I look forward to nothing more than sharing my extra special old time with my kids.