Today (or rather yesterday) was my birthday. I think from this point on I’m going to stop keeping track of the years that pass. Every time someone asked me just how old I was now I sort of winced before answering. I mean really, twenty-five makes me sound like I should be well into adulthood by now. In reality, I’m very much a child who never wants to grow up. Growing old, I can’t help, but growing up I don’t want to do.

My day started off pretty well. My grandfather woke me up early before he left to give me his present, which was this really nifty device that has a radio, calendar, calculator, and alarm clock all built into one. It’s got a sleek silver design and takes up hardly any space. It now has a place of honor on my desk. Very sweet. It was just a short while later that he returned baring packages and cards from friends and family. I made out like a bandit with the Valentines candy, per usual, and I also received quite a few gift cards as well. I think the best gifts were the postcards and the Claymore manga from Aly (who was also my secret cupid at Vertigo MB) and the Bath & Body Works gift set my great aunt gave me.

I actually felt bad about her gift because it took me a while to open it. I kind of let it sit there while I debated on opening it or not. She’s still trying to sell my great grandmother’s house and the farmland attached to it, and apparently, there were some buyers interested in it and who stopped by the other day as well. So yeah, I’m not very pleased with her and when I see her it’s very hard not to give her a piece of my mind over that matter. But she did get me a wonderful gift and I do appreciate it. I just have to fine a way to thank her without loosing my cool. It’ll probably be best if I give her a call on the phone then visit in person. Less chances of the imp in me rearing it’s nasty head.

I got a bit of a shock at work though, everyone seemed generally happy for me and celebrated my birthday. They sang the birthday song to me at the start of the shift, everyone had to keep teasing me and calling me “birthday girl”. And Deborah, one of my co-workers and a good friend of mine baked this delicious birthday cake for me:

It’s a peach cake (with real slice of peach inside!) because peach is my favorite fruit and it had this devine cream cheese frosting on top. The cake was wonderful, nice and moist and not at all overly sweet. Deborah’s cakes are an absolute treat and I was just so glad she made one for me. I shared with everyone at work and, naturally, Deborah made sure that some it wasn’t all gobbled up. At the beginning of the shift Shelly insisted on feeding me. Dinner consisted of this very filling salad that was chock full of olives (green and black) mushrooms, squash, pepperoni, lettuce, tomato, cheese, and purple lettuce. There was also spinach dip and yummy pita bread and chips.

On top of that, the managers ordered pizza for my birthday as well. So we had pizza and cake on the first break.

There was one other thing that happened today that gave me mixed reactions. I got a phone call on the way to work, but since I was driving (on the interstate no less) and I didn’t recognize the number I didn’t answer and let it go to voice mail. I thought it was going to be the spam text message telling me about which company to use for getting my trip to Argentina travel arrangements taken care of. I have no idea how they got my number and I have no idea how to get them to stop texting me either. To my surprise, that wasn’t it at all though. When I got to work I heard the message and was just absolutely shocked – my uncle called me to wish me a happy birthday.

Yes, my uncle, the same uncle who threw a temper tantrum for no apparent reason and cut off all contact with me since around March/April of ’07. The very same uncle who only recently got back into contact with my grandfather in June and my mother in September. Well, that would be why I didn’t recognize the number off the bat. Haven’t seen it on my phone’s caller id in roughly two years! I didn’t get a chance to call him back because the shift was about to start, and naturally I’m not going to call him back after I get out of work either seeing as how he’s an hour ahead of me (time zone) and I get out at 9:30 at night. I’m planning on calling him tomorrow and thanking him for his birthday wishes.

Really though, I have mixed feelings on this. He cut me out of his life for no apparent reason. He would not return calls, he ignored my college graduation – a big deal to me – and then he just calls up out of the blue like nothing’s wrong. How am I really supposed to feel about this? Do I feel glad that he remembered to wish me a happy birthday, do I accept this olive branch and let bygones be bygones? Or should I basically say hey: “man, treated me like shit, I didn’t do anything and you were the one that screwed up”? I mean really here, I’m having a very mixed reaction here.