March 17, 2007
What My Mom Doesn’t Want You To Know
Hello Dear Loggers! (Err, I mean bloggers!)
This is Dawson. I just felt the need to hijack Mumma’s blog and tell you all how silly she is. Did you know today is her twenty-eighth birthday? That’s right. My mumma was born on St. Patrick’s Day in 1979. She’s not exactly an old fart, but she’s no longer a teenager! She’s been having a few bad months, embracing the big 2-8. In fact, she refuses to acknowledge her birthday this year.
Her friend Amy is in town so she’s been busy partying like it’s still 1999, while I’m stuck at Nonna and Poppa’s house. Mumma says 1999 was a good year, back when she was twenty and “carefree”. Twenty-eight isn’t that bad. She can drive, which is a lot more than I can do. I feel like a little drunk person, running and bumping into things with my 2 1/2 year old motorskills. My mumma is still young! She acts like her life is coming to an end! This is not true! Afterall, she’s got me, an adorable toddler full of spunk and energy. I will keep her on her toes. She’ll feel young and “carefree”.
Won’t you please tell her to suck it up and deal with it? She’s got plenty of good years ahead of her. Besides that, she’s driving Daddy and me crazy with all her whining about how’s she’s two years away from 30, and twelve years away from 40. Enough already. She’s got her health, she’s got great friends, my Daddy loves her, I love her, too.
I’m going to wish my mother a happy birthday and my present to her is NOT smearing birthday cake on the walls. Now, if only I could get Poppa to hand me the phone. What? I promise I won’t call China, really!
Thanks for listening to me, blog world. Only a few more years until I can read, write and type.
Love,
Dawson
Posted by Dana @ 8:01 AM • Uncategorized
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March 17th, 2007 at 8:06 AM, Anne Says:
Happy Birthday
March 17th, 2007 at 8:52 AM, Nancy Says:
Happy Birthday, Dana! You’re still a young’un.
March 17th, 2007 at 9:06 AM, yoshi Says:
Happy Birthday! young so young.
March 17th, 2007 at 9:18 AM, Leslie Says:
Happy Birthday, Dana! Hey – I’m 30. It’s not that bad!
March 17th, 2007 at 12:51 PM, Janet a.k.a Wonder Mom Says:
Happy Birthday you spring chicken…I am 7 years older than you…is that better!
March 17th, 2007 at 7:08 PM, Elizabeth Says:
Happy Birthday, Dana! You’re only 28? Sheesh, I’ll never be able to keep up with you at BlogHer!
March 17th, 2007 at 7:46 PM, ali Says:
hey, wish your mama a happy birthday from me, k? *wink*
March 18th, 2007 at 7:36 AM, Ea Says:
happy birthday to my dear tenant, Dana!! wishing you all the love & best things in life!
March 18th, 2007 at 6:28 PM, Dana Says:
-blushing profusely-
I had to address my age somehow — I was really adamant on skipping the topic all together, but my sister (who’s 22 and full of piss and vinegar) insisted I blog it and get it all out. She then had this great idea to blog it from Dawson’s perspective. Speaking of the Doodlebug — they got him to say “Happy burr-day, old lady!”…it was really cute!
Thank you all for the birthday wishes! It makes it a little easier, knowing I’m part of a blogging community where age really isn’t important, even though I sometimes panic about it.
I indeed had a great time this weekend. I’m preparing to blog it after a long nap. And — I have pictures!
March 20th, 2007 at 11:10 AM, Brenda Says:
Awwww! How did I miss your mumma’s birthday? Well, give her a big hug and tell her I wish her a really wonderful year ahead, k? And tell her I’m older than her so she should NOT go around thinking she’s old. (Not even close.) Thanks, Dawson–you’re a pal.
March 21st, 2007 at 7:39 AM, Dana Says:
Hehehe!
Thanks Brenda!
I don’t feel old anymore — I realized my husband is way older.
Ha!
March 22nd, 2007 at 7:00 AM, Fat Chick Says:
Happy belated birthday! My Prince just turned 28 as well yesterday.
Hugs,
~ FC
March 29th, 2008 at 8:42 AM, The Dana Files » What’s New With Me? Quite A Lot. Says:
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