My birthdays have always been the “me” time. I can count on the fingers of one hand the few events I could consider my “birthday parties”, but I never really minded it. Each year I’ve tried to schedule time off school (which also meant skipping the lectures of university when I could) or off work, and did whatever sparked my fancy. Which, mostly, mean doing nothing, playing video games, or trying that weird cake recipe. My birthday was always the day I celebrated surviving yet another year, and becoming if not smarter, then at least more experienced when it comes to mistakes being made.
Yet, my friends still manage to make my birthday special in one way or the other.
One year, I’ve received a MMORPG-themed (a game we all played back then) hand-made bag full of my favorite candy: an uneasy feat, since they’re regularly sold in 145g (5 o.z.) bags, and I’ve got about 2kgs (4 pounds) of them.
Another year, my husband (boyfriend at the time) who was in the USA, ordered flowers online for me to be delivered to my workplace to, as he said, “make all the girls jealous”.
The other time, when I couldn’t skip the art class at the university, when the teacher had learned it was my birthday, he gifted me with a set of scented markers.
My mom, of course, always makes my birthday special, and the fact that I’ve been an adult and away for the last 10 years, didn’t change much. I always get a package with some goodies inside, including beautiful handmade jewelry.
I turned 35 several days after I’ve arrived to the USA, so there wasn’t any big celebration. On top of that, Inq ended up stuck at work that day for nearly 20 hours (something that had never happened before or later in the year: talk about bad luck), and I was alone at home, with the heating that had just broke (in a cloud of thick smoke, I must add), so my birthday was quite unremarkable. A few days later I almost cut off my own fingertip while cleaning knives, but that’s not the kind of excitement one would like to see on her birthday.
At the same time, the Magnificent JR Bee took it upon herself to make a Twitter Birthday Bash for me, with lots of photoshoped pictures and good laugh. I never thought I’d get to see myself riding a dragon (and with a glass of something alcoholic to add to the fun).
This year, following her idea, I’m going to hold my Birthday Week “party” here, on my blog. As I’ve mentioned above, it’s the “me” time, so for the next 5 days you’re going to learn interesting, weird, and possibly embarrassing facts about one Melfka (with incriminating pictures included when necessary), followed by the report of my Grand Canyon trip which happened last weekend, so come back and enjoy!
List of the posts (links will be updated daily):
– Melfka’s Birthday Week introduction (this post)
– Melfka’s Birthday Week: The Witch’s Black Cat
– Melfka’s Birthday Week: The Love of Earrings
– Melfka’s Birthday Week: The Writer’s Special Pen
– Melfka’s Birthday Week: The Dancing Klutz