Time for a new Hammer - my old one's buried somewhere!

Okay…

Time for me to throw my two cents worth on the table about days like yesterday…

Valentine’s Day

There are 365 days in a year, right? Okay, we’ve got Valentine’s Day, then there’s one's birthday, add to that a holiday like Christmas, maybe an anniversary and what you have is three maybe four days out of 365 to hopefully be remembered on.

Years ago I told my ex that he could forget commercial holidays. I highlighted Valentine’s Day as one he most certainly did not need to remember because, quite frankly, wasn’t I his valentine all year long – gag me!

I told him the day he needed to remember was my birthday.

That’s right “the birthday”.

Lucky for him I’m not a material girl – that’s why there’s Madonna.

I’m the kind of gal that, odd as it may seem, is very happy getting things most gals would divorce a man over.

For example – I don’t like to share my hammer, or any of my tools for that matter. So, I like getting tools, for my tool box.

And then there’s the motorcycle – I don’t do “passenger” at all. So that means I need my own bike – you can keep the diamond and trade it in for a nice little Harley – teardrop tank, custom pipes…you get it.

And let’s not forget the fishing stuff…okay, so I’m a little different.

But…don’t forget my birthday.

If I told him once, I told him twice – in that first year of dating leading up to my “big day” – my birthday was non-negotiable. Period – Full Stop

I said,

“Sweetie, I don’t need gifts or fancy stuff, all I want is a card given to me on the morning of my birthday, before I start my day, with a hug and a kiss. Gifts are optional, so are flowers although a new hammer would be a nice gesture!” (hint, hint)

Now, you might ask yourself, why in the morning…well, let’s go through this, shall we…

I have only 24 hours in which to “celebrate” my birth – since time stands still for no one (I am trying to work on this one) I need to start early. And unlike most of my gal pals – I welcome my birthdays with open arms. It helps looking younger than my years, I’ll admit, but quite frankly I like seeing the numbers pile up – means I’m alive and ticking!

The real reason for this request of mine is it let’s me know that a day prior to my “big day” the guy in my life is thinking of me. (He’s standing in front of a bunch of sappy cards and debating with himself whether it’s too early in the relationship to get the “gag” card)

For me, it wasn’t about the card, but (if you need to know) I like a funny card way more then those sentimental mushy ones.

What this was about was me being given my birthday card at the “start” of my day, not midway through, or God forbid, at the end. Giving me a card at the end of my birthday is a death wish and I told him so. (I loved Charles Bronson in all the Death Wish movies if that tells you anything)

I don’t know which cemetery he now calls home, but suffice it to say I do keep my word!

It was a simple request – a card at the start of my day – bingo…happy me!

No card…well, you do the math.

An “unhappy me” isn’t an option – really, don’t test me – it isn’t pretty and I’ve got tools!

Ask my ex where my old hammer is…got the picture.

Is there a moral to this story? -  No…not really.

I figure it’s my birthday, it comes once a year and if I want a card first thing in the morning – then that’s what I should get! And when I’m disappointed I don’t stick around to see if it’ll get any better next year. (If there was any advice – that was it)

Yup…

It’s definitely time for a Hog upgrade, a little gift that’s long overdue. That sunset still looks good and I’ll ride into it solo if I have to…and I’ll buy my own damn card and maybe a new hammer to boot.

By the way, the only date on my calendar circled in red is Feb 27^th – just in case you need to drop a note…the morning of! Otherwise, don’t bother!

To all of you that appreciate getting your birthday nod, up front first thing in the morning, consider yourself hugged and acknowledged by me…

Jenny

(CP – your date is circled too ’cause Moo loves you!)