My mom was pretty good at popping us out on holidays or very near them. We’ve got Christmas and Valentine’s Day covered and I, an August baby, managed to get born on Mom’s birthday. As a kid, that was pretty neat because her parents would send all of us kids’ birthday presents then so it was like a mini-Christmas in the summer. The near-misses were three days after St. Patrick’s day (usually the first day of spring) and four days after Thanksgiving (the year she was born.) Even my Dad gets in on the act, having been born the day after Halloween.
I’ve never heard my Christmas and Valentine’s sisters complain about the timing of their birthdays. The Christmas sis always got her own party and we always tried to have separate presents for her, even if they were sometimes wrapped in Christmas wrap.
Born on Mother’s Day here–on the upside it’s only certain years that it’s an issue but it’s still annoying because it’s hard to plan anything with friends, especially if I want to do it on the weekend–this one’s travelling, that one is visiting family, a third one has to work anyways… Though the biggest problem I’ve had recently is that I didn’t get to go drinking for my 19th, at the time only one other person in the group could drive.
This year I get to deal with a different reason for not being able to do something special on my birthday–I’ve been invited to a wedding that happens to be on that date. But it gives me an excuse to visit my boyfriend, so I’m not complaining.
My birthday is Valentine’s day also. It’s never been much of a big deal for me. I kinda roll my eyes a bit when people (usually women) say how cute it is, but other than that it’s usually not an issue. I don’t remember anyone ever heckling me in school about it.
There are a limited number of Valentine/Birthday combo cards printed up, so it’s inevitable that I’ll get 2 or 3 identical cards from different people.
I’ve never had a Valentine theme birthday party or anything. Other than the combo Valentine/Birthday cards, there’s never been any merging of my birthday and the holiday together.
My birthday is in one day and 12 minutes, give or take. I share it with Lincoln and Darwin. And my Uncle.
I have one sister born around Thanksgiving, and another born on the day MLK was killed which is an interesting birthday to have in Memphis. my niece was born on Pearl Harbor Day.
This thread reminds me of a friend of mine. His birthday is March 17th, and for years growing up he thought he was Irish because everyone put on green hats and cut out shamrocks for his birthday!
Every so often my birthday lands on Memorial Day weekend but it is a pretty good deal. My biggest birthday parties have always been on Memorial Day weekend. The weather is also a huge plus and I used to be able to play with gifts for an extra day.
My brother’s birthday is October 29, and I believe he had a few Halloween-themed birthday cakes, but I don’t remember if it bothered him. My dad was born December 24, and he did not appreciate if his birthday “melted” into the Christmas celebration. He didn’t need a big fuss, but he did appreciate his birthday being considered separately.
My wife was born on Valentine’s Day, and the rule in our house is that she will not be penalized for this circumstance. She expects gifts for both. In the interest of maintaining the serenity of the household (and since she’s pretty terrific), we are more than willing to accommodate.
About half the time, my birthday falls on Labor Day weekend. While it’s nice to have the day off from work, often anything I want to do is what everyone else seems to want to do too.
My hubby’s birthday is Feb. 12, Lincoln’s birthday. When he was growing up in IL, the schools would be closed and he’d have his birthday off. When his family moved back to California, he was very disappointed to find out this wasn’t the case everywhere.
In my twenties when I would have liked to have an adult birthday party, I was thwarted by Good Friday and the Easter bit. I stopped hitting the Good Friday date about the time nobody wanted to party anymore. I had two birthdays before Easter became a conflict, where we had a blizzard both years, that closed down the interstate system. The first time 3 people didn’t bail, and the second time 1 person didn’t bail. I was expecting 20 or 30 people for those two parties. During the first blizard a kid broke a wall sized window to the outside in the pool room, so they closed that too. I had to stay in Madison for 10 hours the next day, befor they opened the interstate. All the retail stores were closed too. :mad:
My mom’s birthday is September 11th. On the day the towers fell, I took her out to brunch for her birthday at a pancake place. All the people in the restaurant were talking to each other that day, as if we were at a family get-together, not total strangers.
My father was born on the feast of Sts. Peter and Paul, which used to be a national holiday in Spain. He was mighty pouty when his birthday wasn’t a holiday any more. “Damn socialists, why do they have to mess up with MY birthday, eh!”
My high school’s “students feast” used to be around my birthday. This led to scenes like a doorman not wanting to let me into the club where the dance was held because I was 2 days away of being 15 and having to borrow a friend’s ID (we had the same hairdresser).
