Why I hate my birthday.

Tomorrow is my 20th birthday. In a lot of ways, I wish I was back to last summer celebrating my 19th.
I found out my Mom, the woman that gave birth to me. Forgot it was my birthday tomorrow. The weird look she had on her face when I asked on Tuesday if we could go to Color Me Mine on Saturday makes a whole lot of sense now.

My birthday has always been the one that got looked over, that got ignored. On my 16th birthday, I helped my Mom paint the living room walls and ceiling. Except I had a cousin that came and rescued me and took me on my first "date". On my 17th my Mom felt bad we didn't do anything so at 9pm she ran to the store and got a birthday cake. I can't even remember what I did for my 18th...

Then came my 19th birthday.  I didn't do anything big or fancy. I watched the world cup game with Andrew, then he surprised me with flowers. Andrew went and played soccer while I worked on homework,  and my roommate, Sara, came in and asked me what I wanted to do for my 21st birthday (hahaha she really did think I was turning 21...). We decided that making homemade salt water taffy and doing a taffy pull would be fun. So me and her went to hunt down Andrew to see if he was up for it. Well we found him, and he was on the ground, having an asthma attack. So we put him in Sara's car, and we rushed off to the grocery store to find an over the counter inhaler. Andrew was a trooper, after we got the medicine into him he tagged along with me and Sara to the craft store to get flavors for the taffy. You know that saying "don't make candy on a stormy day"? I can testify that that statement is true. Our homemade taffy failed....it tasted good, but it was definitely not salt water taffy lol. Andrew then took me out to dinner at a local chinese restaurant, and after that we just hung out together. I can't remember if that was the night me and Andrew went to go rent "2012" from redbox, and discovered there was more than one version of "2012"...

Now this year, my birthday is on a Sunday. I just figured I'd do something to celebrate it on Saturday, maybe go up to Idaho to celebrate it with Sara and Andreanne. Then I found out I had to work, the closing shift. I also have to work the day shift on Monday. So getting away was cut out as an option. I said earlier I asked my Mom if we could go to Color Me Mine, she never said yes...or no...just looked at me weird. I was going to ask again this morning, but then I found out my Dad is doing a golf tournament, and my brothers girlfriend is graduating from the "Rapport" thing. She told my brother she would go to the graduation, and told my Dad she'd be there for the barbecue after the tournament. So here I am. Procrastinating getting ready for work, feeling lonely and abandoned. With no friends nearby.

Funny thing is. The same day I found out my Mom forgot about my birthday, I got a text from Andrew's Mom saying she had sent something in the mail for my birthday. I'm glad one of the Mom's watching out for me remembered! It felt good knowing I hadn't been completely forgotten about.