Monday, 10 September 2012
TIS BIRTHDAY O'CLOCK! (almost)
Twenty one years ago tomorrow (aka September 11th, 1991), a peculiar, Kathy B shaped creature was born. Your welcome, world.
I can't quite believe that I'm going to be 21. That's some pretty scary stuff right there, folks. I know that in the grand scheme of things I'm still a spring chicken (cluck, cluck), but WOAH. Jay zeus and fiddle sticks. When the devil was I suddenly not a pre-pubescent twelve year old who barely understood the menstrual cycle?! When the devil did I suddenly sprout these tatty-bo-jangles and have to work 9-5 and pay for things like phone bills and breakfast bars and driving lessons?!
I feel like time has passed me by like an over-excited donkey, and I find the whole idea of it absolutely bizarre.
But heyho, it's birthday o'clock tomorrow, and when I stop comparing life to a hyperactive farm animal, I'm actually very excited. I love birthdays, I love birthday cards, and blowing up balloons (and then popping them enthusiastically at the end of the day) is my forte. Bang.
As I'm having a super funky, joint 21st party in a hotel with one of my best friends on Friday evening (excited doesn't even begin to cover it!), my actual birthday tomorrow will be super chilled. I'm having my most favourite lady folk around for a sophisticated birthday brunch late morning, and by sophisticated, I mean sophisticated, until somebody mentions Channing Tatum or plays the 'Bom Bom' song. Pelvic muscle appreciation and hideous dance moves, anyone?!
In the evening, a meal with the 'rents/other members of my strange family is on the cards, which will no doubt also be a jolly affair. Anything that involves the opportunity to gobble food gets a big thumbs up from me, and I look forward to ending the day at least 2 stone heavier.
So this time tomorrow, I'll suddenly be a woman. A big, chubby, 21 year old woman, and I really have no idea how that happened at all, but I am happy. It's been a fine 21 years. I love life, and I love laughing, and I take pleasure in the tiniest of things. I am endlessly fascinated by a beautiful, bizarre world, and I am surrounded by an incredible bunch of human-folk that never cease to make me smile. Granted, I'm not where I expected I would be at this age (somebody hire me as a writer/editor, pretty please?!) and at times it gets me down, but I still firmly believe that I will make it some day. Amen.
All in all, life is rather cracking. So HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! (For tomorrow, obviously).
PS: Thank you all so much for reading my bloggety blog. You make my life.
PPS: Tomcat, I so wish you could have been here tomorrow. I know you would have loved to be.You always made birthdays special. Love you forever.
PPPS: It's my birthday and I can cry if I want to. But I had no intention of doing that, anyway.