Birthday Gifts...

Thanks to everyone who sent me cards, gifts, offlines, and well wishes for my birthday yesterday. All in all it was a pretty good day except for the getting older stuff. Thankfully I made it to that (cough) 29th year milestone ....again.

Birthdays... I just  can't get excited about them. It's a reminder of time passing and getting older, and grayer and more cynical about everything. But this year wasn't so bad, it wasn't an extraordinary birthday, it was just another day...with cake. But cake is a good thing, and so are birthday presents. I doubt if many of you remember a blog I wrote last year on my three wishes. It was a blog about three different things asked for my birthday and ended up buying or making myself. I'm an adult, I should know by now, or expect that what you ask for you don't always get, it's just a fact of life. But this year...this year I am happy to report that I got my wish..I even got it several days early...

When having lunch out with my mom one day, she casually asked what I wanted for my birthday, I looked her straight in the eye and said... "I want several bags of topsoil/humus manure mix"... Yes folks, I asked for a pile of poo for my birthday...

I thought my mom was going to bust a gut laughing. It's not every day someone asks for a pile of poo for a birthday gift, but the practical and gardening side of me was in the need for some to amend a new planting bed. It took some convincing but I finally had her believing I was serious, and a couple of days later she drove up and proudly announced she had my poo. As I unloaded the bags into a wheelbarrow, my mom chattered on about the fact that not only had she got the stuff I had wanted but it was on sale...it was on clearance and was super cheap. My ears perked up...cheap poo? My mind already wandering about picking up even more bags of poo, darn why hadn't I asked for a bigger pile of poo?

By now most of you who are reading this blog entry are beginning to think I have totally lost it. Who in their right mind would be excited over bags of that brown muck? It's something I have noticed about me changing thru the years....I have become practical...very practical. Oh I love sparkly crystal, pretty linens, perfumed lotions, etc. But I find so much of those things tucked in drawers or cabinets, hardly ever seeing the light of day. They just take up space or need to be cleaned and dusted.

When I was asked for what I wanted, I was working on a newly spaded up garden bed. It needed the soil amended. It was what I needed for that moment. Next year when asked, I most likely will ask for something else other than bags of poo. But whatever I ask for, I know it will be something practical and be put to good use......And every time I work out in that new little flower garden I will have a giggle or two remembering the look on my mom's face when I asked for a birthday gift of a  pile of poo...

Happy birthday to me.....happy birthday to me....