Kathrynjz over at RevGals offers this Friday Five, with the disclaimer that while she is celebrating the birthday of an adult family member, she is not fond of birthday celebrations:
1.) What is the first birthday you remember? I know my parents always had a simple family celebration for each of our birthdays - usually the birthday person got to choose the meal, either at home or at a restaurant. I do remember my sixteenth birthday, I got a bunch of blue irises from my parents and dinner at a local Mexican restaurant with my bf.
2) Do you recall a favorite
gift? Usually I get a gift certificate for a massage (one of my fav), or other little treats. Nothing huge, just nice tokens of affection.
3) Has anyone ever tried to surprise you for your birthday? Did
it work? Was it fun? It was my 50th birthday, a day I spent a year preparing for by creating this blog....lol...and one I was dreading. Which is weird, because typically birthdays and aging don't really affect me. Anyway, as a family we had plans to go to my favorite restaurant for dinner. I came home from work to get ready and found that my kids had decorated the house with balloons and streamers and confetti - it was a big surprise, very festive and fun! We did go out for dinner, but the night took on a much more festive flavor.
4) Do you have a favorite birthday
dessert? Fancy chocolate cakes - chocolate mouse, chocolate with raspberry filling, chocolate fudge, chocolate. chocolate.
5) Describe what would be your 'perfect birthday.' My birthday is in February - a typically cold winter month in the Midwest, USA. I would love a trip to someplace warm, with my husband and kids, for a short trip - maybe a beach and a good meal. But on the other hand, I am always content with a simple birthday, a good meal and my family.
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