UPDATE: Real and yummy red velvet cake came two days later. Worth the wait.
A poor substitute, but it’s hard to screw up peanut butter and chocolate. Not impossible, but hard.
Also, I’m not sure when it happened, but at some point the Canadian version of these went from Reese to Reese’s, aligning itself with the American version. I always thought Reese sounded a bit funny.
These cups, which of course seem tiny in my adult hands, are about 76 calories each. Do not scarf.
Yep, it happened just as the prophecy and my birth certificate foretold: I have turned 60 today.
In most demographic divisions, I am now in the last group, the group where no further division is necessary, because someone who is 60 acts, reacts and lives in the exact manner as someone who is 90. Or 100. (I riffed on this last year when turning 59, but now IT’S HAPPENING. Will start listening to country music tomorrow.)
Unlike last year, when I altered my run schedule specifically to run on my birthday (because I wanted to make a statement), this year I preferred to stick to the schedule, which meant I ran yesterday, will run tomorrow and take today off. Conveniently, my Garmin Forerunner, after wishing me a happy birthday, told me it was a Rest Day. I will not disobey my watch.
And that’s about all I have to say. It will be a slightly mellower day for me, but otherwise typical. I may vacuum, which is probably in the Top Five for least exciting birthday activities.
Here is a celebratory birthday GIF. I may add a drawing of my own later, I have an idea.
Today is my birthday. As is tradition, I will not be doing anything noteworthy to celebrate. This blog post is pretty much it!
This particular birthday is a milestone in a couple of ways, one of them in a reflective sense, the other a little more morbid1Which I will address as a footnote: I have officially outlived my dad, who died at the age of 58.
I’m turning 59, which means this is the last year I will fit into that 50-59 bracket. Next year, I will officially be Old. You know how surveys always divide age groups up? I am basically at the tail end of the second-to-last group now, after that, I’ll be lumped into that amorphous group of people that spans from 60 to whatever you get to. This group is apparently a demographic that does everything the same, so it is not further subdivided. Apparently I will eat, shop, and entertain myself at 100 in the exact same way as I will at 60. I can’t wait to start listening to country music in earnest.
I don’t feel old, though. In fact, after spending all of my 50s running regularly (barring injury/snow) I feel pretty decent2The weather could be better, though. They predict only a high of 16C today and a chance of showers. Decent for running, less so for basking in the final days of summer.
And that’s really all I have to say. Here, then, is the Bitmoji version of me eating a birthday cake:
Some birthdays feel like this.
Note: My birthday is still nine months away, I just came across this today on the internet place.
I am writing this birthday post a day late because I got busy/distracted and forgot to do it yesterday, my actual birthday.
I turned 55, which is much better than not turning 55.
I don’t feel much different than I did a year ago. In fact, I’m probably in better shape now.
I got a mini-cake at work. That was nice. Everyone sang “Happy Birthday” to me, which I kind of hated, but I appreciate the sentiment.
I didn’t run after work, telling Jeff “I am invoking birthday privilege.” Despite not running and eating cake, I was actually down a little this morning. And I ran 10K today (see previous post), so I’ve more than made up for being a lazy sod for my birthday.
Other than that, it was a day much like any other. Official birthday dinner is tomorrow and I get to decide where. I have joked about going to Wendy’s for a couple of Baconators, but that would be grossbuckets. No offense to Wendy’s or fans of excessive amounts of bacon.
Here’s hoping I get another 50 or 100 birthdays. As long as I’m relatively nimble both mentally and physically, I say keep ’em coming.
As always, I am most grateful; on my birthday for having made it largely intact to another birthday.
It was even nice enough for me to go out in a t-shirt and shorts, possibly the last time I will do that this year without questioning my sanity or prepping for a polar bear swim in January (the forecast promises mostly sunny and 23ºC a week from now, but the weather in the second half of September can change in a whimsical and abrupt manner).
I thought it might be cute to buy a cupcake and put a single candle on it (mostly to take a picture of it), but Save-On Foods sadly was only selling a half-dozen of aggressively overdecorated cupcakes. I might have settled for a chocolate muffin instead, but they had none of those, either. I came home instead and, as the kids say, had a sad. I also made bread, which was yummy.
Part of me still wants to go out and find something, but I think the “it’s your birthday, just laze around and very slowly burn calories” part will probably win.
So here’s an image I found on the internet instead. I searched for “sad birthday cupcake.”
And here’s the image in its original context on flickr: https://www.flickr.com/photos/chlorophonia/6259698224
Today is my birthday.
I celebrated by drinking an entire carton of eggnog.
Just kidding. The Save On Foods nearby isn’t selling eggnog for at least a few more days.
Instead I didn’t do anything out of the ordinary, other than being treated to a nice dinner out by Jeff. The day was gray and wet and cool, like a fall day, except it’s technically still summer.
Tomorrow is supposed to be warmer and sunnier. It figures.
On the plus side, I’m still around and kicking and complaining, so there’s that.
And now, a birthday haiku:
Another year gone
A little less hair for me
Better bald than dead
Today was my birthday. Birthdays are odd, because you’re essentially celebrating moving one year closer to death. Mind you, that’s better than actually being dead, so there’s that. Unless being dead is secretly cool and all the dead people are keeping it to themselves.
Anyway, a co-worker of mine brought a donut cake of sorts to me while I worked on the service desk today. It was massive and about 5,000 calories and I could not eat all of it. But here’s a picture of it sitting on the corner of my desk:
It was delicious and unexpected and nice. I also got treated to dinner, received a gift card for more books, and got a back scratch and tummy rub. Everything but the donuts was from my partner, not my co-worker. A belly rub from my co-worker would either be terribly awkward or proof that I had slipped into a parallel dimension where such displays are considered normal, possibly even expected.
In all, it was a good ending to what was otherwise a grossbuckets day at work due to ongoing staff shortages/absences/alien abductions. Tomorrow it will just be grossbuckets again.
On September 1st I received the following in an email:
It’s a birthday wish from Xbox. It’s nice of them to think of me.
My birthday is September 19th.
This made me wonder–since they got the month right, do they just send a mass of email out twelve times a year at the start of each month that covers every birthday for that month? If so, why? Is it a money-saving measure? Email has to be cheap, I’m inundated with it all the time.
Or did they really send it nearly three weeks before my actual birthday by mistake?
Anyway, it’s a cute dog, so thanks Mr. Xbox for the kind-of-early birthday wish!
It’s birthday time again and once more my reaction is “meh.”
Highlights of the day:
The last item on that list is an actual highlight. Feta-stuffed olives, mmm.
All told, I continue to not particularly care about marking birthdays so the non-event nature of today’s doesn’t really bother me. I could have done without the headache and rain, though.
I find it both cute and creepy that when I went to google.com tonight I was presented with this:
While the ‘Big Brother knows who you are’ aspect is mildly off-putting, it’s still nice to be given what appears to be 20,000 calories worth of virtual birthday cake.
Even if Google did jump the gun by being a day early.
Today is my birthday.
The good: celebrating it with a loving partner, getting a nice present and eating a couple of apple fritters.
The bad: getting older.
The bad is also part of the good, as the alternative is a lot worse.