family man (Taken with instagram)
A very gutsy senior makes a pass at the President. (x)
Somebody’s great granny is my hero.
Frances can see me in the streets if she puts her mouth anywhere NEAR my presidential boo.
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woke up on my birthday/pimpin in the worst way
iI began my 29th year of life with my family forgetting my birthday. i got up 15 minutes early so i could make sure to be in everybody’s face and reap the birthday love as early as possible. nothin. too prideful to say anything, i decided to wait. nothin still.
an hour later we’re all seatbelted ready to carpool to our respective destinations. four generations of McPoverty women—mom, grandmom, niece, and me. “hey, everybody be quiet,” i said, “i want to sing a song.” moms turned down the radio. “you can join in if you know the words.”
after a dramatic clearing of the throat (and to the tune of ‘happy birthday’):
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME MY FAMILY HATES ME YOU FOOORGOT MY BIRTHDAY AND I’M PROBABLY ADOPTED!
everybody chuckled but my grandmother, who looked at me with confused worry. “today your birthday?” she said.
“yes, ma’am.”
“oh.”
…and that’s it! no ‘happy birthday, baby!’ after the fact. and to make matters worse, we had the same exchange again, because of her forgetfulness. two opportunities for birthday wishes flushed down the toilet.
the second time she asked, though, she also asked how old i was. i told her i was 29 and my mom sucked her teeth and laughed mockingly.
‘she’s thirty, mama.’
‘…um, no i’m not. i’m 29.’
‘no you’re not! wait, are you really?’
‘…’
‘shit, i’ve been tellin everybody you’re 30 now!’
so not only does my mom not know when my birthday is (she wished me a happy one two days too early this year), she doesn’t know what year she endured some of the most excruciating hours of her life (my birth was natural and i have a REALLY big head).
i have chosen to believe that everyone is pretending to have forgotten my birthday to set me up for the best gift ever. when i get home, i fully expect Obama to jump out of a cake half nekkid holding tickets to that thing i like which will then turn into diamonds.
