♫♪ Today is my birthday and I’ll cry if I want to, cry if I want to…♫♪
No, no, I’m not on the verge of crying at all. I don’t shy away from my birthdays, I embrace them. Although turning thirty was hard. Why was it? I think leaving my twenties was kind of surreal for me. I didn’t have much of a college experience… well technically from age 18 to 19 I did and that’s how my 14 ½ year old came about. Too much drinking, not enough thinking.
But now that – officially today – I’m halfway through my thirties, I’m totally diggin’ it. Eh, I got a few more blemishes and wrinkles. I’m getting my mother’s jowls for Pete sake’s!
Birthdays, for me, always bring about memories. Good ones mostly. Like playing – or fighting – with brother. Any memories of my brother are good ones. Like the time we were playing “Barbie’s”. I had my Barbie and he had his He-Man with “punchable chest action”. And every time you hit the chest it would flip to the next chest plate and look like you dinted it. Well that day he decided to rip my Barbie’s head off. I screamed being all melodramatic which sent our mom flying up the stairs. She in turn – to teach him a lesson not to touch other people things – ripped the head off of his He-Man. See the head on my Barbie popped right back on, mom thinking the head on Tony’s He-Man would do the same thing – WRONG! This particular He-Man was held together by a ton of rubber bands controlling the switchable chest plate and his arms and legs. So when “pop went the weasel” so did the arms, the legs, the chest plate, etc. The entire He-Man fell apart in her hands, Tony fell apart on the floor, and I slowly backed away to my bedroom. Needless to say, she went out the very same day and bought him another one and neither one of us EVER touched each other’s stuff again. Lesson learned.
See, funny memory. Tragic at the time but funny now.
In high school I wasn’t, shall we say, the best teenager on the planet but I have never been in trouble with the law so at least I was a smart teenager. Like
most some few teens, I would sneak out on occasion. After the second time getting caught by my dad, he decided to put one of the thingamabobbers on my car, so when I backed up it went BEEP BEEP BEEP. When I would get home from school or work I would have to pull my car up to the house so the only way to exit was in reverse. Ugh! Smart dad – he was a mechanic. At school was the worse! If I wanted to back into a parking spot – BEEP BEEP BEEP. If I was backing out of a parking spot – BEEP BEEP BEEP. Embarrassing! Too bad I didn’t figure out years later that it was only clipped to the battery and all I had to do was simple … Un. Clip. The. Alli. Gator. Clip. He was out to ruin me like all good, loving fathers.
There you have it – a few funny Friday stories from my childhood. Have a good Friday everyone!