{A Very Merry Un-Birthday, to ME!}-Guest Post

Hello all! I’m Christie from MommyDrinksBecauseYouCry.
I am relatively new to the blogging world and thrilled beyond thrilled to be a guest poster. I’ve been a fan stalker of Angie’s since I first started blogging and am honored to give her a bloggy break.

{Insert commentary from Angie here:  I love the title of Christie’s blog.  I love that I have a real stalker if only facetiously.  And, I love her description of herself, ”

I am bitter jobless, stay at home mommy, amusingly navigating my way through, meltdowns, mayhem, and martinis and asking…is it 5 o’clock yet?

This here’s my blog.
Its sole purpose is to allow myself a way to use my brain for something other than coming up with new ways to distract myself from the fact that I’m no longer using my brain.”

You are going to LOVE her!}

Unless you’ve been living in a cave, you know that our lovely Miss Angie celebrated her 35th birthday last week. She treated herself to a taming of the tresses on Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills (excuse me while I wipe the drool off my chin and scrub the green envy off my face).

My family is HUGE into birthdays. Everyone in my family gets a birthday party complete with a cake and presents and off-key singing. Heck, even Jesus gets a birthday cake at Christmas and re-birthday cupcakes at Easter. I know, we are a strange breed, but it’s kinda fun gathering all the kids after an invigorating egg hunt to sing “Happy Re-Birthday” to Jesus and fighting over who gets to blow out His candles. Birthdays are just our thing. It’s a time where we gather with friends and family and have fun.
As I took a break this weekend while my re-birthday cupcakes for Jesus cooled and I started thinking of my own birthday this past September in which I turned 30. I came to a sad, sad conclusion.

I was completely robbed.

I had no party.

There were no cupcakes.

No one sang to me.

There were no presents.

No fancy schmancy day of pampering.

Nothing.

It was my 30th birthday. The Big Three-Oh! It should have been special. A huge production. An acknowledgement of such a momentous event. Something!
Instead my birthday consisted of a failed attempt at a shower which included my two year coloring the bathtub with lip gloss, twisting my deodorant completely out of the stick and grinding it into the floor mat and emptying an entire Kleenex box into the toilet until it clogged while I tried desperately to wash my hair and shave the two weeks of accumulated stubble from my armpits. Oh, and this was all while trying to soothe my 13 day old daughter who lay in her bouncy seat in the middle of the bathroom and screamed bloody murder the entire time.

Not quite the celebration I imagined.

I had always thought that my 30th birthday would be a HUGE bash. Something eventful and exciting, like “Oh Sweetie, you got us reservations at the martini bar and a babysitter for the night? But I thought the day at the spa and this new dress was my present? And you look so nice, almost like we’re dressed up for a party, not just my birthday? Ohhhhh, what are all our friends doing here? Ohhhh! You got me good! Yes, I was totally surprised! I can’t believe you pulled this off! This is the greatest birthday ever!”

That’s how my birthday should have gone, right? Not one that ended with my husband coming home to find me cradling our screaming infant, dressed in only a robe, crying on the floor of my closet because none of my clothes fit my post-baby body, and the toddler wildly running around with lip gloss all over her face and chunks of deodorant stuck under her fingernails.

That is not what I had in mind. So I’m thinking, I deserve a birthday do-over, right?

A re-birthday celebration, if you will.

Maybe sometime this summer, or at least before September, I’ll throw myself a belated 30th birthday party. I’m not entirely sure exactly what it will all entail, but nothing too major. Just a small gathering of sorts to honor such a momentous occasion.

Something along the lines of a themed martini created especially for me by a professional mixologist, appetizers served by uniformed waiters, an appearance by Enrique Iglesias, fabulous gift bags for all my 50 or so honored guests, and me looking stunning in my new Dolce & Gabanna dress and pair of Manolo Blahniks.

You know, nothing too over the top.

And if I can some how work in an inflatable bounce house, I’ll be really happy.

{Insert comment from Angie here:  Let’s all go wish her a belated Happy Birthday!}

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About Angie

Angie is a CRAFT dabbling, recipe making, WORD loving, sunshine hording, book DEVOURING, Mama to a lot! She's kind of in love with Instagram right now, so if you want her attention, go find here there. {smiling}

Comments

  1. 1

    And don’t forget the ‘tween singer of your choice serenading you while sparkler-candles flash on top of your professionally designed, very expensive fondant cake in the middle of the hottest Vegas nightclub ever. (I mean if you’re gonna do it big, do it celebrity-style big, yes??) =>
    .-= Stacia´s last blog ..Lists, Love, and Robbing the Cradle =-.

  2. 2

    Real life at times ruins our fantasy life. Excited for your party!

  3. 3
    Chrissy MacCEO
    Twitter: C_MacCarrick
    says:

    I can relate to you 100%—I turn 30 this June and gosh darnit, I better get a kick ass event to celebrate my slaving last 6 years as a wife, mom, and everything in between! LOL! Happy Be-Lated birthday! Go through yourself a big party!!!

  4. 4

    Oh that is sad and totally sucks. The 30th birthday should be huge.

    Happy 30th Birthday. 🙂
    .-= Jen´s last blog ..Fear =-.

  5. 5

    yea my 30th sucked last year also, no party nothing fancy I think I went to dinner but pretty sure it included my kids and hell that’s no fun.
    .-= Joy´s last blog ..wordful Wednesday-Good daddy/son QT =-.

  6. 6

    Fabulous post!! You got totally robbed of your 30th LOL and so deserve your belated birthday celebration this summer! At times I felt like I was reading a page from my life book 🙂
    .-= jennyleite´s last blog ..Funny Ph(F)rases Friday =-.

  7. 7
    Evonne
    Twitter: _MamaJules_
    says:

    Turning 30 is definitely something to celebrate. My 30th was nothing to write home about either. Maybe a few cards, but that’s it.

    Definitely throw yourself a party and definitely go all out I say!
    .-= Evonne´s last blog ..I Have to Learn to Let Go =-.

  8. 8

    For my 30th I threw myself a huge birthday bash and it was awesome. I’m sure I’ll have to do the same thing for my 40th if I want a party. Some men just don’t get it.
    .-= Jennifer´s last blog ..Thank God It’s Friday =-.

  9. 9

    What a terrible 30th! You totally deserve a grand party. Bouncy caste, a pit filled with foam blocks (those are FUN) and maybe even a chocolate fountain. You can’t have enough chocolate when it’s your 30th.

    Happy late birthday.

  10. 10

    I agree – you should have definitely had a big bash for 30. Make sure everyone knows that for 40! Happy un-birthday!

  11. 11

    I wanna come! I wanna come!

  12. 12

    You TOTALLY deserve a re-do on your Birthday! I’m sorry the big 3-0 sucked so much, but it is time to do it up right, even if it is just a night out with the girls and couple of martinis.

  13. 13

    I’m at the point where I just celebrate 29 over and over again. My dad was 29 for 52 years.

  14. 14
    Lolli
    Twitter: 1momof5
    says:

    I love the idea of a re-birthday!
    There have been several birthdays or Mothers Days or anniversaries over the years that have gotten sadly passed over, and I think I should throw myself a big party, buy myself something I really want, and celebrate them all!
    .-= Lolli´s last blog ..Ultimate Blog Party – Ready to Party! =-.

  15. 15

    I can’t remember what we did for my 30th birthday either. Maybe I AM getting old!
    .-= Honey Mommy´s last blog ..A Photo A Day: Week 14 =-.

  16. 16
    debi9kids
    Twitter: debi9kids
    says:

    heehee…I hope you get that re-birthday party EXACTLY like you are hoping! 🙂
    .-= debi9kids´s last blog ..Back When It Was 6 Under 5 =-.

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