Saturday, May 17, 2008

Natal Week: The Final Report

I think I may need to revise the whole Birthday Week plan just a bit.  I thought it was hard getting people on board during the first six days.  But today, I had me a dickens of a time corralling the masses and getting them to play by the rules.  And, this being the actual day of the birthing, I found myself getting more and more frustrated with the general public.  They just wouldn't cooperate.

I took myself out for a little of the birthday shopping this morning, bright and early so that the world could see me in all my well-birthed glory.  They weren't interested.  They really just wanted to tend to their own errands and get in my way.  I wouldn't have minded navigating the hordes had they been gathered in worshipful awe at my presence on the planet.  But they were mostly just standing in front of stuff I wanted or breathing really loudly.  By the time I got to the grocery store and decided that this would be the last stop on the Birthday Tour, one gentleman had even decided to whistle.  I can't stand whistling.  Hate it.  I suppose it's OK if the whistler is belting out a tune of some sort.  I can live with that...kind of.  But this was one of the Tuneless Whistlers who just likes making a whistling noise.  I cannot abide that reckless sort of whistling.  

It should be noted that I sometimes produce a sibilant "S" sound and that I am filled with self-loathing over this.  To be whistling tunelessly to myself while trying to intelligently discuss things like seashells, sores, superheroes and squash is a hard thing with which to deal.  I'm working on it...

Lastly, while being fitted for my bridesmaid dress, I was told firmly and in no uncertain terms that I cannot wear a crown.  I asked nicely.  I begged.  I did that thing where you mention the item that you want eight million times until people just give in so you will shut up.  All to no avail.  I shall be crownless for my brother's wedding.  I even tried wearing the Future SIL's crown while she was trying on dresses so she could see just how fetching I look in sparkly headgear but that didn't work either.  

I'm going to break out my BeDazzler and do myself up a nifty headband.  It won't be the same, though.  No one ever lets the Sheep wear a crown.  

So, if the world isn't going to get on board with the whole Birthday Week thing, I shall just have to see what I can do to make the day mine own.  Let's see...

I can order myself a cool new t-shirt and wear it on my birthday:


I know, I know.  I said that Army Of Darkness was the worst in the Evil Dead series of films.  But it does have the best lines.  And who can resist an S-Mart t-shirt?  From the Housewares Department, no less!!!

I can find a cool new pair of Croc's in strappy sandal form:


The colors matched the bridesmaid dresses, but I'm told that I will not be wearing them to the wedding.  That's OK.  They wouldn't work with my sparkly headband/not-a-crown anyway.


I can watch the remake of Dawn Of The Dead.  Or half of it anyway.  I needed to take a nap from all the morning's labors.  Trying to corral all those people who didn't know it was my birthday was very taxing:


These are the speedy zombies.  Not the slow kind.  You have to run very fast when you see them.  This is not really how zombies work, but they make for a pretty exciting movie.

I could also start off the day with a very cool e-card from Noolie, wishing me a Happy Birthday.  That was wicked neat!  And I'm sending you all over her way tomorrow because she and I almost share a birthday.  Not quite.  But close.  She gets to start her Birthday Week tomorrow. (Or is it the day before mine?  I can't remember...I know we are a day apart.  Go say Happy Birthday.  It will work either way.)

Oh, this is a good one!  The Future SIL, recently back from visiting the new grandbaby in California, could bring me back something that is cool on multiple levels!  She saw a store.  And in this store were miles and miles of something I love.  So she went in.  And she got the one that would match my waffle maker!


Cinderella Pez.  Which will coordinate perfectly with my waffler of the same design.  I do love a well-matched kitchen...

Heck, I even spent some time perusing knitting patterns before I dropped off for my afternoon nap!  Lots of stuff to love about this birthday, I'd say.  That doesn't mean I'm going to be giving up on the idea of a Birthday Week.  I just need to plan the whole thing a little better next year, is all.

I'm going to start sending out the fliers in January.  That should do it...

SA


16 comments:

Julie said...

HeeHee, my birthday is 2 days from yours, but I'm glad you liked your e-card :-)

I can't believe they won't let you wear a crown OR those nifty sandal crocs; it's just not fair.

trek said...

Happy Birthday, Sheepie.

nighty-night now

Beth said...

Happy birthday, SA! I cannot wait to see your BeDazzled headband!!!

Lazuli said...

Happy Birthday, Sheepish!!

Kath said...

The crocs match the dress? What color is that dress anyway?

Feliz cumpleanos! Glad you got some fun stuff to celebrate the day!

catsmum said...

hippo birdy two ewes
hippo birdy two ewes
hippo birdy deeeeeear sheepie
hippo birdy
twooooooooooooo ewes

Karen said...

Happy Birthday!!
I hope you wore a crown on your birthday.

kmkat said...

They may not let you wear the Croc sandals for the ceremony, but guess what? You CAN wear them for the reception, and especially for the dancing. Everyone else will be groaning because their feet hurt or will be ruining their hose because they took off their shoes, but you will be rockin' out in perfect -- and dress-matching! -- comfort in your stylin' Crocs. A crown doesn't even come close to the happiness of comfy feet. Happy b'day!

April said...

Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday, Sheepie!! Happy, happy birthday! Yay For Sheepie! Hooray For Sheepie! Yay! Yay For You!

Umm, could you please e-mail me the length of your foot? I'm like doing a survey.

Knitting Linguist said...

Happy, happy birthday! I'm sorry to hear that you couldn't get folks on board with the Birthday Week thing -- that's just a bummer. But it sounds a good day in the end :) (Really, any day that involves a nap, new sandals, and a princess pez dispenser counts as a good day in my book.)

Donna Lee said...

I try to milk the whole month of my birth thing but no one buys it. I used to have a friend whose birthday was at the end of the month and mine is at the beginning so we would celebrate the whole month going out to eat and shopping and such. I miss her.

I hope the birthday was fun, if crownless.

Mel said...

Sorry I missed your birthday. I was off at the Men's Knitting Retreat. Apparently I didn't get the Natal Week memo, either, and just thought about myself.

Yarnhog said...

I don't believe in uncomfortable shoes. If you were my bridesmaid, you could wear the Crocs.

TheAmpuT said...

Oooo, I'm late the party, but...
Happy Birthday!!

MathIsBeauty said...

For my 40th B-day I got to wear a crown. Well...it was a tiara. My wonderful hairdresser gave it to me as a b-day gift. (My day is on New Year's eve so dressing up was ok.) I wore that nifty crown all day and not ONE person said something about it. I guess it looked natural.
Wishing you a crown next b-day.
L

Ronni said...

I so wish I had had more warning... Still, maybe the better late than never thing holds true? I must see what I can find...