I tried to let it go in last year’s rant, “My Spooktacular Birthday.” Now that I’m turning 29 for the eight time, I really should just learn to embrace my birthday being on Halloween. Maybe I need therapy…in the form of chocolate.
Ah, yes, chocolate. Now that is one good thing about having my birthday on Halloween. When I was a kid, once people realized they had forgotten my birthday in the excitement of Halloween candy and costumes, I often got guilt chocolate. Sometimes teachers would make sure I got extra cookies if we did class Halloween parties. This part was acceptable. Here are some other acceptable byproducts of having a Halloween birthday.
Autumn has always been my favorite time of year. The weather is usually quite comfortable- warmish during the day, with a slight chill in the evening.
I look good in fall colors.
It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown and Garfield’s Halloween Adventure specials.
One year, my mom, my oldest sister, and I had a Lethal Weapon marathon (this was when there were only three). That has nothing to do with my birthday being on Halloween, but just shows they loved me enough to do what I wanted to do that day.
I can play dress up on my birthday and not look like an idiot.
My birthday isn’t on Christmas. I can’t imagine having to compete with baby Jesus on my birthday.
I know I can now count on Facebook to remind everyone and even suggest they all give me gifts.
This year, I vow to really let it go and embrace the day (though I really wish all calendars had “Terri’s Birthday” printed on them instead of “Halloween.” Mine does. My very smart husband had ours custom made.
caverns of my mind 