Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Birthdays!

Which birthday was your favorite?

Which birthday was the worst?

Which birthday are you most looking forward to?

Which birthday are you most dreading?

What is your absolute most favorite type of birthday cake EVER?

23 Comments:

At 11:56 AM , Blogger Tamara said...

Which birthday was your favorite? Yours! :D

Which birthday was the worst? My last three birthdays with the ex. Tears on all of them.

Which birthday are you most looking forward to? This year! No ex! :)

Which birthday are you most dreading? 40th, but not "dreading", just have so many things I want to have done by then.

What is your absolute most favorite type of birthday cake EVER? I don't really like cake, except for the ones I make! I think this year I will make myself a rum bundt cake with sugary rummy glaze, mmmmm... *droooooool*

Happy-happy, baby! :)

 
At 1:22 PM , Blogger Higgy said...

My favorite birthday was my 30th. Took the day off, left the Evil One at home and took the day for myself - contemplating my life, where I was at and where I was going. Then I went and played video games for hours before going out to dinner by myself. A real "me" day.

Worst was my 21st. I made a bet with my gf at the time that I could go longer without drinking than she could without smoking. I won, but it was during my 21st birthday! Trying to convince my friends that I wasn't about to go out and get wasted was annoying.

Most looking forward to my 130th birthday! Hey, I might as well be optimistic, huh? That'll be the day they invent the side-effect free longevity drug and use me as the test subject!

Most dreading - no idea. I think any birthday you get to is good news!

Best cake - ice-cream cake (mint chocolate chip) with a granola crust and REAL whipped cream on top! Served on a nekkid woman. Well, not really....

And HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR FAVORITE PUNKSTER!

 
At 4:05 PM , Anonymous Bismuth said...

Most of my bdays have been pretty good. My 10th was kinda special since it was my golden bday. I've never had a bad one.

Looking forward to: the birth days of my future kids

Dreading: 100th. It's just too much pressure!

Favorite cake ever: On my 11th birthday, my grandparents made me a homemade ice cream cake in 6 pieces. Each was a rolled spiral tube of vanilla ice cream inside chocolate cake (not unlike a giant Ho-Ho). They were arranged to spell out XI.

 
At 7:27 PM , Blogger Mad Scientist said...

Favorite - this past birthday 31 because Weasel proposed. I met him on my 30th so I guess that one is a close second.

Worst - was 25. My mom had just died the month before and I was a mess.

looking forward to- 42 of course because I will know all the answers then. Or at least the meaning of life.

dreading - I guess which ever one ends up being my last one

Fav cake - White cake with choco frosting or any cake from UKROPS ( a VA grocery store)

 
At 7:58 PM , Blogger Graz said...

Happy birthday, Punky! I hope that it's all that you have wished for and that someone really does something special for you!

Favorite Birthday: A friend rented a limo for my 33rd birthday. We loaded the car up with 8 other people and when to a club an hour away. We partied, danced and had fun until the wee hours of the morning and then took the limo to breakfast. Then we finished off the night by having a hot tub party at the limo renters house.

Least favorite: My 37th. It was right after my ex-wife and I split, and although I had a date for it, I really just remember it hitting me then that how I had thought that all the rest of my birthdays with my ex was wrong.

I'm looking forward to the first birthday I have with the women with whom I'm going to spend the rest of my life.

I'm most dreading my 40th birthday.

Oh, wait, I already had that one.....I'm good.

ICE CREAM CAKES!

 
At 9:26 PM , Blogger Graz said...

Derrrr! I got a wooden spoon....errrrr!

Insert "would be spent" where appropriate in the last post.

 
At 10:09 AM , Anonymous Jeff Meyerson said...

Favorite birthday? Geeze, who can remember? Maybe 18...or 21? 10?

The worst? No bad birthdays. 40 - no problem. 50 - ditto. Just happy to still be here.

Most looking forward to? 100.

Most dreading? The one after I'm gone!

Favorite cake? I'm a simple guy - vanilla with lots of chocolate pudding layers will do it.

 
At 12:15 PM , Blogger punky said...

Which birthday was your favorite? My last one. My friends made it very special.

Which birthday was the worst? Two years ago. I cried the entire day. It's all been uphill from there :)

Which birthday are you most looking forward to? my next one!

Which birthday are you most dreading? my very last one ... which I hope won't be until I am over 100 years old.

What is your absolute most favorite type of birthday cake EVER? Carrot cake! With cream cheese frosting! Exactly what I had last night. I love my friends!

 
At 12:18 PM , Blogger Tamara said...

Carrot cake! YAY! :)

 
At 2:46 PM , Blogger Kafaleni said...


I'm looking forward to the first birthday I have with the women with whom I'm going to spend the rest of my life.

Graz, do you have something to tell us?

1. Best birthday - probably my 30th - I was busy doing stuff all day, then I went to my parents' place in the evening and we went out for dinner. Nice, quiet, and no fuss, because I don't like being the centre of attention, so it was really good.

2. Worst birthday - 12th. It fell on Easter holiday weekend, and the family spent my entire birthday in a campervan RV thingy, driving from Christchurch to Twizel.

3. looking forward - I work on the principle "every day above ground is a good day" so whatever comes next (33, 34, and so on..)

4. None, really. Like others, there's a lot I want to get accomplished by certain ages, but I don't dread getting there.

5. Cake.. a properly made black forest cake, (not just a choc cake with cherries and cream.. the real deal with layer upon layer of rich, sweet, cholesterol-laden goodness)

 
At 2:55 PM , Anonymous kingw said...

My favorite was 30. A good friend had a party for me. As I recall we had a great time. At the end of the evening I paid him back. There was a girl there that he had dated and did not call him back after he left messages. I talked her into giving him a chance. They have been married for 15 yrs.

18 was the worst, first year at college. No friends yet, second week of school. Got drunk alone.

I don't know that I am looking forward to birthdays. I don't like fusses over me.

I don't really dread them.

I like Boston Cream Pie

 
At 5:43 PM , Anonymous boo augustus said...

1) favorite? I liked the one where Eddie turned 40 and Saffie through a family lunch (but didn't hire a little Philipino to serve and clean up). I loved the idea of of putting out the candles with a fire extinguisher. Oh, you meant mine.

2) worst? eh, not so much. Never been a big self bithday promoter (except see number 3 below).

3) looking forward to? I guess 40. I think I'll throw myself a big ole gala birthday party, because it doesn't look like I'll be having a big ole wedding type party anytime soon.

4) most dreading? again, not so much.

5) absolute most favorite type of birthday cake EVER?
In Los Angeles by Cafe Puccini at Universal City Walk (they catered on the studio lot quite a bit). Double layers of extremely moist yellow sheet cake, with the best vanilla buttercreme icing ever (really thick), and a whipped cream and stawberries between the two layers. Awesome.

 
At 6:34 PM , Blogger Deontologist said...

Glad to hear that it was a good birthday for you, Punky.

Um, I'm not one to make a big deal over birthdays and aging doesn't bother me at all.

I'm actually a bit mystified and embarrassed when exposed to people who do make a big fuss over birthdays.

so . . .

I had one birthdays while in college where noboday the entire day said or did anything different. I felt like I had a secret. That was great.

I also once had a coworker who we shall call "the birthday fairy." Lets just say she took birthdays to a ludacris level and the folks about me generally dreaded their birthdays. Decorations "surprisingly" placed at workstation, life probing questions, singing...ack. One year (thanks to a typo or deception) she had my birthday as happening on a different day. That was a nice birthday too.

I usually go for a lemon meringue pie.

 
At 2:02 AM , Blogger Slyeyes said...

LTTG, BUT HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PUNKY!!

Fave? toss-up between 40th and 50th. On 40th, friends threw me a party at a friend's house who lived out in the country. They rented a hot tub from Hot Tubs on Wheels. That was the summer of 93; year of The Flood. We say we partied until the levy broke. 'cause the next day it did. But we had fun until then. Also for my 40th birthday, I learned to rollerblade and scuba dive.

For my 50th, my sister, a couple of friends and I went on a cruise. Went diving in the Caymansm, Cozumel and Belize. Had a great time.

Worst???? Maybe my 7th. Canmping with the family. I already knew what my present was, my cake was a store bought cake and the celephane stuck to the icing and pulled it off the cake.

Looking forward to my next one. I'm hoping to be in NYC watching Wicked on Broadway this July.

Most dreading my last one. But hopefully, I won't know which that one will be.

I make a kicka$$ three-layer chocolate cake for birthdays. It takes half a day, but it is so worth it.

PUNKY, ENJOY!!!!

 
At 2:39 AM , Blogger Kafaleni said...

Best birthday tradition/memory ever? (I know this isn't really a category, but...) when we were children, my Nana rang first thing in the morning on our birthdays and she'd always ask "How does it feel to be (age)?" (btw, there is no answer to this question that doesn't sound lame..). It was almost a joke in our family... the phone would ring and we all knew what was coming.

Nana died in 1999. I miss her....

 
At 8:44 AM , Anonymous boo augustus said...

Oh, oh, oh . . .

I do have one bithday memory to share. I know it was the elementary school years, somewhere between 2nd and 5th grades (probably 4th). Anyway, I had asked for a LEGO set and the biggest wrapped birthday package I'd seen rattled like LEGOs.

On the morning of my birthday, my parents let me open my "gift." I ripped into to the package only to discover a plain box with a few random LEGO pieces.

That was bad enough. But here's the cruel part. I distinctly remember my parents telling me they couldn't afford any gifts for my birthday. Um, talk about shattering visions of suburban tranquility and stability. Were we poor? Were we going to loose the house? Did I need to get a job?

I don't remember saying anything, what was there to say? I was maybe 9 or 10.

My Mom sent me to the garage to retrieve something from the feezer. Then she sent me to take the trash out. Finally, when they couldn't stand it any longer, my parents walked me back to the garage to point out the new ten speed bicycle that I'd walked by twice without noticing.

Now, don't get me wrong, I liked the bicycle. I think I even got a one of the smaller LEGO sets. So present-wise, I did okay.

I guess I'll have to go over this with my therapist to figure out what the lasting damage was. Thank you Punky for inspiring this repressed memory. ;)

 
At 9:11 AM , Blogger punky said...

Happy to help. :)

 
At 10:54 AM , Anonymous Sallyacious said...

Favorite birthday?
Perhaps my 31st. I went to lunch with my husband and then we both went back to work. 2 hours later, I heard the women at the reception desk giggling. Then they called my name. He had ordered 31 helium balloons to be delivered to me. 30 of them were larger than average latex balloons. The 31st was mylar and said "Happy Birthday." They covered the ceiling of my office. AND when I held onto the bunch, if I relaxed my arm, they would pull it up into the air. And that was just the beginning of a lovely birthday.

Worst? Well, Sept 16, 2001 is certainly near the top of the list. Though we left that afternoon for 2 nights at a B&B on the Oregon Coast where cellphones and radio didn't work. I was stressing about whether to go when my mother said, "Sal, if anything happens, it's going to happen whether you're here glued to CNN or not." Wise woman, my mother.

Currently looking forward to 40. At 25, I remember hearing a bunch of the women in my office bewailing the fact that they were turning 40. And I said, "Actually, I think 40 will be pretty cool. By the time I hit 40, I'll be able to tell the world to f--k off." And then I realized I could do that at 25, so I did. But the closer I get to 40, the more prophetic my words seem to have been.

Most dreading? The one my parents can't share with me.

Favorite birthday cake? Ice cream cake. Mocha almond fudge with fudge frosting. Oh yeah, baby. too bad I'm allergic to dairy products now. I'll just have to make due with port and chocolate.

 
At 11:21 AM , Anonymous kingw said...

Thanks Boo. That reminds me of my 10th birthday. Dad pretended that my present was a rake and a shovel. I was crushed. The real present was fun, but it was completely ruined. I still remember how badly I felt. Nothing like crushing hope in a young mind.

 
At 1:31 PM , Anonymous boo augustus said...

Reminds me of Jack Handey . . .

One thing kids like is to be tricked. For instance, I was going to take my little nephew to Disneyland, but instead I drove him to an old burned-out warehouse. "Oh, no," I said. "Disneyland burned down." He cried and cried, but I think that deep down, he thought it was a pretty good joke. I started to drive over to the real Disneyland, but it was getting pretty late.

. . . and Mother's Day is beginning to look not so good.

 
At 5:37 PM , Blogger Kafaleni said...

*snork* Boo!

actually, that would be pretty awful for a little kid.. still..

One year (1987, not that I'm obsessing or anything..) my parents locked all the Christmas presents in the living room, because there were a couple of big things that they couldn't wrap properly. Then Dad lost the key. This is not a joke. He finally found it in the early afternoon, by driving back to the church building and scouring the floor near where the family had been sitting, then up the front where he'd be playing his guitar during the "carol" part of the service.

BTW Sally.. sorry to burst your bubble, but chocolate is a dairy product, too.

 
At 5:43 PM , Anonymous Sallyacious said...

Kaf - That explains a lot...

 
At 10:58 AM , Blogger Sarah O. said...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PUNKY!

 

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