Tomorrow is my birthday. El Hubbo and I had an argument about it this morning. He doesn’t know what to get me.
“I told you I want a heart monitor for running.”
“Something under $100, please.”
“It’s $89 something.”
“Okay, WAY under $100!” Then he decided to be pissy and stew for a few minutes.
“I’ll tell you what I DON’T want for my birthday.”
“What?”
“You to be pissed off about it!”
Grrrrrrrrr. I’m a birthday person. I love my birthday, I love to celebrate it, I love to be the center of attention, I love it. It’s my day. It doesn’t have to be perfect, I don’t have to be buried under a mound of presents… I just want to go out to dinner with a few friends, eat some delicious food, drink great beer and laugh my ass off. That’s happening. We’re going out to a German restaurant tomorrow night.
Okay, I will admit that part of me wants to be buried under a mound of presents, but I subvert it well. This greedy drooling presentmonger portion of my psyche will now be briefly unleashed in order to unload a list of merchandise I will gladly accept in lieu of El Hubbo’s attimuhtude.
S120 Polar Heart Monitor - Yeah, it’s more than $100, but the one I referred to with El Hubbo this morning was a cheaper, non-running one… This list is of what I really want, not what I’m willing to settle for.
The car I’ve always wanted and for which I have waited years. In red, please.
Nike Clima-Fit Maximum Jacket - Can’t find a straight link to this one.
Short sleeved and long-sleeved running shirts. (I have one long-sleeved and three short-sleeved shirts. I want to run 6 days per week… laundry don’t get done fast enough. Knowhuttumsayin’?)
Seriously - last year I got a book, a frisbee, and a bag of Oreos from my husband. That was it. Oh, no - and barbecued ribs for dinner with Jack Daniel’s barbecue sauce. I was thrilled he remembered, actually. The previous year, he forgot completely until I got a phone call from my work wishing me HB.
So…um…when we buy you these gifts off your list…where shall we send them? I mean, when one presents a list of “I wants”, presumably one hopes that in a perfect world, fellow Dopers would step up to the plate and shower one with said gifts.
Wouldn’t one?
Well, if not, then I’m not bothering to put a list together for 12/22!
Ooooh, I’m the same way about my birthday. I want someone else to get up with the kids and I don’t want to make my own breakfast or dinner. I don’t care about presents, but I do want everyone to make a fuss. I don’t care if I’m 30, 47, or 82, I’m gonna celebrate BIG and take as many people with me as I can!
scoutybaby, writing the list was mostly a cathartic exercise. But I do happen to know that someday, all of it will be mine. Buahahahaha!
My best friend gave me a winter running shirt, so I can check that off my list.
El Hubbo got a clue and actually surprised me with something I wanted, although I forgot to put it on the list: EverQuest: The Planes of Power Expansion. I spent most of my birthday weekend as an EverCrack Ho. PoP rocks, for those of you who care about the game. Never again beg for a port. Never again sit beneath a set of spires waiting for the portal to open. The Plane of Knowledge serves all. w00t!
EQ Highlight of the weekend: Upon the advice of a level 25 druid, I took my ranger up to the Paludal Caverns and gained an entire level in two hours; level 21 to 22.
Wishing you a good day, a good year and a good life.
I too am a birthday guy and tell everyone weeks in advance that the day is coming. You would think I would get lots more attention on that day, but alas…
