We’ll see how long this thread lasts (this is a rare event, i hardly start new threads)…
Tonight at dinner my parents were telling me and my twin brother that our great grandfather who was born in 1893, also had the same birthdate as my and my twin (march 13th, it must be the 13 :)). This tripped me out. Never have i known anyone else who had a relative who had their same birthday. Another trippy thing that’s related is a kid up the street has the same birthday as we do too (he’s just a couple of years younger). Anyway, is there anything that you’ve heard that tripped you out when you heard it?
My maternal grandmother (Mom’s Mom) shared the same birthday as my father. Wierd.
Here’s a wierdness. So I went to GIA with a charming girl named Claire. Claire went to college, and I didn’t hear from her after a time, as is wont to happen when people scatter to college. Meanwhile, I am hanging out with my friend Dan, who I know through a totally unrelated friend. Dan is telling me about his trip to Costa Rica. He was in a disco, and he sees this girl he knows from home. He was all freaked out, she was all freaked out. Turns out they were on completely different exchange programs that freakishly had them in the same city at the same time. I ask what the girl’s name is. “Claire Doe.” Says Dan. “SHUT THE &^&% UP!” says Swiddles, much to Dan’s surprise.
That was about 6 months ago. Two days ago, I am walking to the same coffeehouse to meet another friend and run into Claire! Merryment insues! She’s living a block away from the coffeehouse, we exchange numbers, it’s all good. She asks what I’ve been up to, I tell her about my improv group, and how funny it is to work with high school kids, who have groupies that come see them every week. She asks what high school these kids are from. “One from South Burlington, two from Essex,” says Swiddles. Claire starts getting VERY excited. “What are the Essex kids’ names?” I tell her and she says “I WENT TO GHANA WITH THEM!” Keep in mind that Claire goes to Hampshire College, not a local one. World travelin’ fool. Wierdness.
My birthday is February 14th. I have only one contact, left eye. I am 6’9. I got a basketball scholarship to play in college.
My cousin, who is 6 years younger and lives in Kansas was born on Feb. 14, has one contact (left eye), is a couple inches shy of 6’9 but still growing, and got a college basketball scholarship.
Not overly trippy, but fun to talk about at reunions.
My friend Felicia and I were born exactly 2 minutes apart. I was born April 5, 1975 at 7:32 a.m. and she was born June 5, 1975 at 7:32 a.m. We didn’t find this out until we were 13 years old and looking at our birth certificates.
My other friend, Rebecca, and I started our periods on the same day. We didn’t even know each other at the time and how we discovered this little tidbit of information I can’t even recall. It was Friday, January 13, 1989. Pretty weird.
My sister has had the same best friend since she was 6. This girl’s family and mine became very close because of the inseparable nature of these two. Here is something we discovered a long time ago, but that still strikes me as truly odd:
My sister’s best friend’s birthday: August 7
My mom’s birthday: August 7
My sister’s best friend’s sister’s birthday: May 13
My mother’s sister’s birthday: May 13
My sister’s best friend’s mother’s birthday: December 5
My mother’s mother’s birthday: December 3
Knda trippy. I have 2 sons, ages 13 & 9. When I became pregnant with my second son (or when I suspected I was pregnant, rather) I naturally scheduled an OB/GYN appointment. That appointment, which confirmed I was indeed pregnant, happened to be scheduled on my birthday, August 18th. Nice little birthday present.
But the really cool part comes next, during that appt., I was also naturally given my due date, March 24, my first son’s birthday. I was so tripped out. Anyway, my second son was born 2 days later than his due date, March 26. Oh, the times they were born were also relatively close, at 9:45 PM & 9:56 PM. Needless to say they have one party every year.
My maternal grandmother was born on February 13th, 1908. My niece was born on February 13th, 1971.
The mother of the same grandmother had the same maiden name as her married name. Not a huge coincidence; the name was the Slovak equivalent of “Smith”.
Two of my cousins (cousins to each other, not brothers) were in the NCAA wrestling finals the same year (1983). The local media should have made something of that but they didn’t.
It seemed to me that everyone was born either March 12th (zillions of those) or 14th; very, very rarely on the 13th. Witness the “celebrities” with our birthday: Paul Anka, the fat kid (Rerun) from “Good Times,” and Dana Delaney (sp?). Geezus what a group! One of us better become president or something to raise the mean.
Anyway, two more brief birthday tidbits:
And yes, 3/13 fell on a FRIDAY in 1959, the year I was born.
I once met a woman who was born on my EXACT birthday (same date, same YEAR). That was a little freaky.
Wow, rock on witcho bad self! :). It’s rare for me to know of people born on my birthdate.
Oh, something really nifty for me was, if I did the math right (my information addled brain!), my 13th birthday fell on Friday the 13th (born in 1979)! If only it was the year 1313. Though, all of this wouldn’t have existed then ;). And yes, I always got kids from school going “ooh, your b-day is going to be so unlucky this year”. Hah!
Swiddles post reminds me of something that happened to me once. I’m sitting at a bus stop in Jerusalem, on my way home, when this girl I have never (or so I think) seen in my life turns to me and says, “Didn’t you go to UC Santa Cruz?” I was absolutely shocked. Turns out she was in my anthropology class the previous spring, and she recognized me, but I would never have known her. She was in Jerusalem going to yeshiva (Neveh, for those in the know…ba’alah tshuvah). As it is wont to happen among the English-speaking community in Jerusalem, I ran into a her several times in the following months.
Also, while shopping in a second-handbookstore in J’salem, I ran into someone I took Hebrew with the previous year. She’s a grad student at Georgetown now, she was just on vacation.
I have tons of little coincidences of random people knowing other random people saved up, too. There’s this fun little game, “Jewography,” in which Jews try to figure out who they know that someone else knows, because they once went to camp together, or attended a conference together, etc., etc. You might be surprised at how often someone really DOES no someone. Trippy stuff.
Oh, and Ayesha and I have the same birthday. I think she’s the only person I know who has my birthday.
My girlfriend’s grandparents (on her fathers side) were both born on the same day, same year, within hours of each other, AT THE SAME HOSPITAL. Then 20 years later they meet and get married. That is fate! ! !
