THE CRANKY OLD MAN
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Tuesday, September 9, 2014
another early September gone, and once again I missed two of my children’s
birthdays.To some people this is a big
deal.Personally I don’t get it.Sure when you are little it is nice to have
people make a big deal out of your birthday, but at some point,
dang…congratulations, you were born. On your
birthday, people should remember their moms, but otherwise I don’t get it.
equate birthdays with love.
“You don’t even know your own kids
As if that
is proof I don’t care about my children.
Yeah, and I
don’t know my grandkids birthdays, I forget my parents birthday and I usually
have to be reminded on my own birthday.My ex-wives always knew every birthday of anyone they ever met.I would have rather they didn’t know my
birthday and treated me with respect than them wishing me “Happy Birthday”
while they were screwing their boyfriends behind my back.
The lady step-crank
has a birthday "week."It is one thing to
treat people extra nice on their birthday, but a whole week?She will say, “You can’t do that, it’s my birthday week, you have to be nice to me.”
Ok, I know
she is just joking, but she will still try and work it.
the birthday as a test.Will he
remember? They won’t give you a heads up
except maybe a month early reminder, otherwise it is a test and you better
remember.If you do something at the last
minute, they will know and you will be called out on it.
remember birthdays as a kid.Up to the
age of maybe ten it was still a big deal in my house; after that, not so much.
woke up on your birthday in my house, the presents were all magically waiting
for you at the edge of your bed.
It was hard
getting to sleep on your birthday eve.
On my fifth
birthday, while we were at the dinner table mom had the radio tuned to the “Uncle
Chucky Show.”Uncle Chucky used to read
birthday greetings over the radio.
“And to Little Jody (long story, I hated that name) on
your fifth birthday, check behind the couch for a surprise.”
It had to be
me, how many Jody’s had a fifth birthday on my birthday?
couch was a record, “Bozo under the sea.”