Yesterday was my birthday, 36th birthday to be exact, and it was awful. I guess I should go back a bit and explain my birthday curse. My birthday’s have always been bad, not all of them but a majority of them and always the ones that end in 6.

My 16th was traumatic. I had been dating this guy for several months, and in the weeks leading up to my birthday he kept telling me he had a huge surprise for me. We had a small get together planned with some of my friends, pizza and movies at my moms. We were all sitting there waiting on him to show up at 5:30. 5:30 rolled around and he didn’t show up. 6:30, and still not there. 7:00 and still no Joe. One of my friends knew his ex-girlfriend and she started making some calls. My big birthday surprise was that his girlfriend had come back, nope she wasn’t an ex she had just been away for a few months working. That’s right folks I got dumped in front of all of my friends and family on my 16th birthday.

My 26th was no better. My now ex-husband tried to throw me a surprise party, which Drew told me about before hand. We arrived at his parents house to a house full of our friends. Micah was only 6 months old at the time, and was very sick. He had a rare condition that caused him to stop growing and he would vomit uncontrollably for hours. Well, all was looking good for the party, until we walked in the door. Not 5 minutes after arriving Micah began vomitting. I spent the next 6 1/2 hours sitting in the back room on a quilt surrounded by towels and covered in puke while my party went on without me.

That brings us to this year. All in all the day was looking good. I had been sick all week but was finally feeling better. I had appointment at lunch for a facial and a make-over. The boys were with us that night, and all seemed right with the world. Geoff had ordered me a workout series on dvd that I wanted. I was happy. I was waiting for the bomb to drop though, it always does. Then at 3:00, right before time for me to get off of work, the boss calls me into his office to inform me that I was being let go. Thats right I was fired on my birthday. I started doing some snooping before I left and discovered that my boss and his son had been snooping on my computer and found my blog. They read the stuff I had previously written about work. Now it may just be a big coinky dink that he decided to fire me on the first day that I was back at work, but I think not. So anyway, another fine birthday for me.

Now like I said it’s not every birthday, and it’s not just the ones ending in 6 either. One year we went out to a nice expensive dinner and I got food poisoning, ooops make that twice that this happened. One year we went to a nice restaurant with friends, and the service was bad, the food was worse, the server actually bled in our food and had to get a replacement tray. This is a restaurant where service and food are normally wonderful, but we went on birthday… I think I am giving up my birthday, not because of the getting older stuff, but because every year on the 6’s it seems to get worse and worse and I can’t imagine what horrible thing awaits me on 46.