Stuck in a Furrow
Friday, June 09, 2006
A Quarter Century
I did something today that is uncharacteristically me.
I called my uncle Myron. Happy Birthday Myron!
As I was growing up, I used to dread my birthday. I always wanted to have a party with my friends and eat cake and have fun. I was only allowed 1 friend to come over and I still had to do chores. But, the real reason I hated my actual birthday, was because I had to spend the evening with my uncle Myron. We shared the same birthday and for some reason, he figured that this was reason to celebrate and bond. He is really my dad's uncle. Every year, he would call a week before my birthday and set up plans with me. He would pick me up from the farm on his motorcycle, take me to the Hong Kong and we'd have ginger beef. (yum) He would always get me a crystal present. How very cleaver of him! I have a water pitcher, goblets, napkin holder, candy dishes and ornaments. At the time, I never really appreciated it but now, those things are sitting in my hopeless chest and one day, I will be able to put them in a fancy china cabinet. I didn't enjoy spending the time with him when I was younger, and in fact, he creeped me out a bit. I wanted to spend the day with my friends or grandparents (who would have spoiled me!) but instead I had to hang out with my wierd uncle. I hated it. This tradition stopped when I was about 15.
So today, I called him and wished him a Happy Birthday. I had to leave a message but I figure it is better than nothing. I hope he has a great day!
Some of my favourite birthday highlights...
1. Last year spending it with my mom. We went for supper, had drinks and then coffee. We checked out policemen at stoplights and had a great time.
2. My 16th when Corey decided I needed a car and brought our old farm truck to my highschool, filled with manure and a huge sign that proclaimed whose birthday it was. Even my principle was in on this gift of love!
3. Getting my porcelin bears from Grandpa and Grandma E the day after a family wedding. They were dressed as a bride and groom and I fittingly named them Les and Kerry. I think I was 8...and we were at Pine Lake.
4. I got a book from Jared (right before I dumped him! Oops) for my birthday that I had mentioned a month before, in passing, that I wanted. He even wrote something sweet on the inside.
5. Clubbing with Nik and Craig and Jason at Outlaws. Most of the night was a blur, but I do remember that we did have fun!
Good times...Noodle Salad
I called my uncle Myron. Happy Birthday Myron!
As I was growing up, I used to dread my birthday. I always wanted to have a party with my friends and eat cake and have fun. I was only allowed 1 friend to come over and I still had to do chores. But, the real reason I hated my actual birthday, was because I had to spend the evening with my uncle Myron. We shared the same birthday and for some reason, he figured that this was reason to celebrate and bond. He is really my dad's uncle. Every year, he would call a week before my birthday and set up plans with me. He would pick me up from the farm on his motorcycle, take me to the Hong Kong and we'd have ginger beef. (yum) He would always get me a crystal present. How very cleaver of him! I have a water pitcher, goblets, napkin holder, candy dishes and ornaments. At the time, I never really appreciated it but now, those things are sitting in my hopeless chest and one day, I will be able to put them in a fancy china cabinet. I didn't enjoy spending the time with him when I was younger, and in fact, he creeped me out a bit. I wanted to spend the day with my friends or grandparents (who would have spoiled me!) but instead I had to hang out with my wierd uncle. I hated it. This tradition stopped when I was about 15.
So today, I called him and wished him a Happy Birthday. I had to leave a message but I figure it is better than nothing. I hope he has a great day!
Some of my favourite birthday highlights...
1. Last year spending it with my mom. We went for supper, had drinks and then coffee. We checked out policemen at stoplights and had a great time.
2. My 16th when Corey decided I needed a car and brought our old farm truck to my highschool, filled with manure and a huge sign that proclaimed whose birthday it was. Even my principle was in on this gift of love!
3. Getting my porcelin bears from Grandpa and Grandma E the day after a family wedding. They were dressed as a bride and groom and I fittingly named them Les and Kerry. I think I was 8...and we were at Pine Lake.
4. I got a book from Jared (right before I dumped him! Oops) for my birthday that I had mentioned a month before, in passing, that I wanted. He even wrote something sweet on the inside.
5. Clubbing with Nik and Craig and Jason at Outlaws. Most of the night was a blur, but I do remember that we did have fun!
Good times...Noodle Salad
posted by Crystal at 11:07 AM
3 Comments:
It was a stellar duet and I'm sure it will be hard to top!
You are going to have to top that next year Rosalie.
That was a very nice thing you did for Uncle Myron. I am sure he will really appreciate it. I think you will get a bike ride next year at this time.
I too remember that night at Outlaws. I also remember being dragged there as DD after going to Montanas. I remember being bored because you were all out dancing and I needed a couple to loosen up. (Ooops Mom stop reading, oh well, too late) I did it cause it was your birthday and you don't get to see your sister drunk that often. Little did I know in the months to follow...
Well Happy Birthday Crystal! The first 1/4 century is a bitch. It's all downhill from there.
I'm very proud of you today. I actually teared up a bit reading your blog, especially about Uncle Myron. Hope your up this morning to read this at some point.
It's makes me more excited to give you your present tomorrow. But no hints there.
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