


Happy Birthday to those of you having a birthday today. For those of you that aren’t, just pretend you are and follow my thought...
In honor of two skirt.com’s staff (Angie and Nik) birthdays today, I’ve pulled a couple of classic “skirt!” pieces regarding birthdays. So grab a piece of cake and enjoy!
The days of no one remembering it’s your birthday are certainly over,
now that every purchase you make, every website you visit, every song
you listen to, every restaurant you patronize, every gift you buy (you
get the idea) is captured and rolled up into a data thumbprint that
marketers use to target you with “personal messages.” This year alone I
received Happy Birthday messages (and a coupon for at least $10 off )
-- either in my inbox or my mailbox -- from:
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Yesterday was a tough one – hours in the office followed by hours in the car and more in a doctor’s office. I got home at 8pm, tired and famished, only to find that I’d be tested one more time.
This was in the mail:
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On December 25, my mother naturally gave birth (she was a flower child,
of course!) to an 8 pound 11 ounce baby girl. Probably from the time
the nurse cleaned me off and returned me to her in a stocking, she
realized Santa and I would have to share.
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I just turned 39
last week and woke to my mom’s phone message, like every year, singing
the traditional “Happy Birthday” song followed by her rendition of the
Geico insurance commercial, with “Mini Me” churning his arms, singing
“It’s your birthday...get your car fixed...new bumper...”
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My mom had me almost exactly 30 years ago. Our birthdays are two days
apart—I clung to her uteral walls for two whole days after she turned
30. (Is uteral a word? I’m too lazy to look it up.) Anyway, I don’t
think she ever quite forgave me. She wanted to be a mom before the
milestone hit her. Consequently, she is turning 60 two days before I
turn 30 this year...
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36, wow that is a big number. Funny how I used to think anything over
30 was old. Now I have a 12 year old step-daughter and a 15 year old
niece who think I AM OLD? What?? That can’t be. I don’t feel old. I
don’t look old. I don’t have wrinkles, now I must admit I do have gray
hair, well actually it is silver, but noone sees it because I am always
coloring it. Right now it is PINK. But ME, OLD?? No way.
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Oh yeah, and now I'm 24
I climbed a rock wall on Saturday.
Well, that’s not
completely true – I ATTEMPTED to climb a rock wall on Saturday and got
half-way to the top before I lost all strength and feeling in my
forearms and let the cable whiz me back down to the mat (where I lay on
my back – still strapped in my harness for about five minutes before I
had the strength to rise again).
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