Tuesday was my birthday and let me tell you it was delightful!
Earlier in the year I wondered what day of the week my birthday would land on ad when I saw that it would be a Tuesday I was so happy. Tuesday is my favorite day of the week. There are many things to celebrate about Tuesdays. You can eat as many tacos as you want on Tuesdays and people can't complain. It's Taco Tuesday and that's the rule. Taco's on Tuesday or no dessert for you.
When I would travel with the rest of the Pilch's for the traveling Shakespeare show Pericles I would insist on Taco Tuesdays. They started off all enthusiastic about it and then they realized that I meant every Tuesday. (Well, DUH!) There were grumbled complaints, especially since we only toured Tuesdays and Thursdays, but I pretended I didn't hear and continued the jubilant enforcement of Taco Tuesday. YAY! Now, all those complainers will sometimes get together on a Tuesday for tacos with out me. They do it on purpose to make me feel left out. Whatever, this Bitty doesn't even care, so take that!
For whatever reason when I started Grad school this past September I decided it would be a grand idea to put classes on Tuesday and Thursday and then the rest of my week would be totally free and I wouldn't have to travel all that way to school so much. Best idea ever! Then, about Octoberish, I realized that I had to go to school ON MY BIRTHDAY! WHAT?!? I know! Worst idea ever!
What's the other great thing about Tuesdays? Me, it's me! I was born on a Tuesday YAY!!! So this is how my birthday went. I woke up and got sung "Happy Birthday" to outside the bathroom door by mom and Heather. Heather hoped I was on the toilet. HAH! Showed her, I had already moved on to checking myself out in the mirror. They had cinnamon rolls and orange juice for breakfast. D-E-LICIOUS! Then I had to go to class. Blah! You're probably wondering why I didn't just ditch. 1. I have a hard time doing that. I can sleep through class, sure, but just not show up? Scandalous! 2. We had to do some class participation stuff. Theatre classes you really need to be there because it's never just taking notes. They always make you participate.
I went to class and participated. I'm kind of adverse to group work because everyone else isn't as smart as me. I know this because if they were as smart as me they would be doing what I think they should be doing and not question my great ideas. I live in a world of stupids. They show up in every group I am. It's tragic really. This group wasn't as stupid as most because it took them only a little while to realize that I was worth listening to and we accomplished things so much quicker. Maybe there's hope (but probably not).
Then I drove to Disneyland and met mom and Heather there. Oh man, was that fun. I got to choose whatever we were to do because it was my birthday. Usually I hate being the one to make decisions, but I knew this was coming and had mentally prepared myself for it. We went on Peter Pan, which wasn't as smooth sailing as it used to be. Also, it was very dark. Next was Pirates of the Caribbean. It was quite bumpy at the loading area. I almost rumbled out of my seat. (I didn't because I was in the middle, but Mom splashed out of the boat and in the wet water. She wasn't pleased. Nor were we. What was she thinking? The boat behind us fished her out and now she lives with them.) It was darker in this ride too! Then we went on Haunted Mansion which had all of the Nightmare Before Christmas stuff everywhere and was delightful. I love it mucho, especially when you get in your "DOOOOMBUGGY" and the creepy guy is instructing you to stay seated and then the funny spanish speaking guy says, I presume, what the creepy voiced guy just said, but in a funny spanish voice. Not scary at all. Keep those dos manos inside the "DOOOOMBUGGY"! This ride was dark too, what is the DEAL Disneyland? Are you using those stupid energy saving lights that take forever and a day to brighten so by the time the park closes they are almost to full brightness? What a stupid idea going green is sometimes.
I wanted to go on the Winnie the Pooh ride because they sing happy birthday. It's to Pooh, but we pretend it's for the birthday individual. It would have been me this time! But alas, it had a sticky situation and I was not sung to by pre-programmed animatronic characters. It could have been a horrible day...BUT I had gotten Disney dollars to spend in the park and I purchased a lovely pair of moccasins that I had my eye on for months! HUZZAH!!! They are quite comfortable.
Throughout the day family and friends sent their "happy birthday"'s to me. I was quite popular, for the most part. Erin finally came and we chowed down on delicious food. Not tacos. What? But it was a Tuesday! I know, we had Birthday Taco's the night before so unclench your buttocks and move on. It was my birthday and I made a rule that since we were celebrating it for a couple days anyway might as well treat it as one looong day, with 8 hour naps scattered here and there. I got a cupcake for dessert, mmm-hmmm.
We had to leave about this time because I had to drive all the way back to school for my night class and Erin and mom were going to catch a flight to Utah. Why they would chose such a destination to go to on MY BIRTHDAY of all days. It's not that they left on vacation on my birthday, but that they chose Utah. If they were going to, say, Djibouti I wouldn't be angry because: 1. It has an awesome name and 2. It isn't Utah. I shall get over it eventually. It's just the principle of the thing!
Getting to class was so awful. I was stuck in traffic and was 25 minutes late to class. Oh the shame! I hate being late to places. But I was able to learn some stuff while I was there anyways so it wasn't too bad. When I left that night I started to feel sick (lightheaded and dizzy) and was scared to drive home. I told Heather I may not make it. I put my sweatshirt on and put the AC on my face and it helped me feel better and so I made it home in safety. Thank goodness! That would be tragic to die on my Birthday! The people who ignored me on that day would have felt mighty awful, now wouldn't they? (You know who you are and so do I!)
When I went to bed I felt oober sick again and put a cold dishcloth on my face to help me fall asleep. It helped cool me down, but it didn't help me not think about dying. Oooh boy. Whenever I get sick I think I'm going to die, because I don't get really sick that often. I was thinking about how I don't have a will. What was I doing at my now old age without a will? So I started going through my head who would get what of what I owned and believe me was this hard to do! Some of the things went easily to people, but then I thought of someone that I should probably leave something for, but I didn't have anything that they would want or need. It put into perspective how much of my stuff wasn't worth beans. I was going to write down what I would give to people here, but then I don't want people to feel insulted if I forgot to give them something or forgot what I had intended to give them (I was sleepy, it happens) AND I especially don't want people to kill me just to get my stuff. I may create a hidden will someday, but for now I feel that the only way to remain un-murdered is to keep my will in my head so that if you kill me you won't know what you get. Done and done!
Thanks for all the "Happy Birthday"'s! Love you all!
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9 comments:
Oh man. I'm the worst brother ever. I am so sorry Ashleigh. And the worst part is that I bought you a gift three weeks ago and it is awesome and I forgot to send it. Oh gosh. I'm gonna go slice my face off in embarrassment.
Glad you had a good birthday and here is to next year! Oh boy mom looked so funny in the water!
Sounds like a fun and exciting birthday! I think a big bummer must have been that I wasn;'t there to celebrate with you. I know you didn't mention that in your speech but I am sure you were thinking it.
I bet the people/person who ignored you on your birthday was/is the same who ignored me on mine! BOO on them!
Dearest Ashleigh Love,
I already know I'm in your will so I'm not even worried. I, unlike that J. Frankenstein over there, would NEVER forget your birthday! Also, I'm very sorry you had class on your birthday and an overwhelming illness to top it all off. Could there be anything worse? Finally, I know you're only mad your mom and Erin went to Utah because you couldn't come see me. It's ok. Someday we'll be together again!
Ashleigh......
You make my heart smile! <3 :)
Oh man, I just wanted to fix my comment and I got deleted and the worst thing now is that it says it was deleted. Worst mother ever. But we had a great day and I am so glad I got to celebrate with you!!!!
I just love you.
there really is nothing more to say.
Taco Tuesday! I miss it so!
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