BIRTHDAY WEEK PALOOZA

If you have been a reader of Beachy Mimi for the last 2 years or so, you already know that my Birthday is a

NATIONAL HOLIDAY in the beachy house.   Even when I have had to party by myself, I have had a

PARTEE.   Sorry Queen B.  (she hates it when things aren't spelled correctly).

I start with a Coke.   I drink it in bed.

I eat birthday cake ALL DAY.   Sometimes with ice cream, sometimes just eating from the cake without

a plate (can you say eating disorder?)

I might or might not get taken to lunch.   It's okay.   I always have the cake.

For dinner I love to eat Sea Bass.  Unfortunately, it is hard to find  around here.   But, I try.

For dessert,   more cake,   UNLESS  Bananas Foster is around somewhere.

I get some phone calls from friends and family.    My day is complete.

It isn't about the gifts,   well, maybe a tiny bit,    JUST KIDDING.

I have everything I need.

It's just knowing that the day is MINE (along with Barbara Walters, Michael Douglas, Catherine Zeta-Jones

and countless others).

I may be doing normal everyday chores and stuff, but in my mind...I AM QUEEN FOR THE DAY.

It's just a way of coping when you get older.

Reporting for Duty, General

One of my greatest earthly joys is , The Princess. She is having a birthday week blowout in the days leading up to the Palooza, itself.

The Princess loves to be around all her family and likes them to go with her to birthday celebrations whether they be dog shows, trips to the beach, camping, shopping, zoos or amusement parks.

This has not been a problem until this year. Pa has a new wife. Wife has kids.
Mimi doesn't have a BOYFRIEND, MUCH LESS A HUSBAND, and one kid, Queen B. But, because I am Mimi of the Year, I chose to go to support one of my greatest earthly joys on her special day DESPITE THE TRAUMA I was going to have to endure.


All generals know you must have a researched battle plan before you enter the theatre of action. So, Mimi began to use strategy and a cunning plan to win, YES, WIN THIS SORTIE FOR ALL GRANDMOTHERS OF AMERICA. That is, those grandmothers whose ex-husbands show up with a new wife. Am I making my point?

1. Plan all escape routes
2. Plan that family P will not be in same vehicle as family Beachy

With that solved it was time for action of a different kind. Battle Dress Uniforms or BDU's.

I went in a store where the lady knows me well. There were a couple of other shoppers in there...GREAT. BACKUP is GOOD.

I said, "Storelady (name disguised to protect her)I need emergency help. Ex-husband is bringing new wife to birthday function for the Princess. I DON'T want him back, but I gotta look better than she does."

The other ladies in the store got all in a tizzy and said "Yes. Yes you do. We know just what you are talking about."

So, thus began the race of tops, bottoms, necklaces, earrings....you get the drift. If my makeup had been with me they would have done that, too. I tried on, discarded, tried on, discarded for about 20 minutes until they felt they had two reasonable options. Both were on sale.

I left with a sack of goodies and instructions on how to wear what with which jewelry, perfume and lipstick color.

Beachy Mimi reporting for battle.

The Next Day.

The natives were restless and circling the area in scouting positions. Someone spied the enemy and said "sighting". Everyone ran and got into place and the P family walks in.

In wanting to keep this a sweet, precious blog, let's just say pretend granny wore RED PUFFY VEST WITH HORIZONTAL STRIPE SHIRT AND CROCS. AND A VERY SWEET SMILE. She had no idea she had just been trounced and beaten like an old dusty rug.

I did my private little victory dance and new wife followed me around all day. She still thinks we can be BFF's. NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNnnnnOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooo

The Traveling Birthday Party

As you have noticed by now, my birthday month is a Palooza and I love to celebrate. There are many ways to celebrate without getting gifts.

How about sending your own mother flowers to thank her for giving you life?

Pay for the order behind you in the drive-thru line.

Eat lots of cake, even if you have to buy it yourself!!

I may or may not have done that...several times.

Go have a fun lunch somewhere...even if you make a sandwich at home...take it to the park or like me, sit in the parking lot of Target and gaze at the sign.

Treat yourself to something special...a walk, a drive, a movie, a phone call to a friend, the Spa, a mani/pedi, get your hair done or buy a new pair of panties.
Just do something different that is just for your pleasure.

Try to actually get to shut the bathroom door when you go in there at least once during the day...instead of everyone crowding in there with you.

Never underestimate a bubble bath.

Smile often. It's your special day even if no one else notices.

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On my special day, I am taking a drive, spending the night in a hotel, eating out, window gazing, laughing, and possibly taking a friend or two to dinner. That's just one day. I also plan to spend time with family and let them adore me and feed me more CAKE.

My needs are simple. I just want to make it a special day for someone else, too.

Do NOT remind yourself that you could possibly be closer to 100 than to 0.

DO remind your siblings that it is your birthday and they have forgotten AGAIN.

Sit down and make a list of people you love and their birthdays. Then when you are at Target, purchase a card and put it in a folder for later so you will have it when their big day comes around. Maybe stick some stamps in the folder, too.

Or send them an e-card. Or an e-mail. Or chocolate. And cookies. And a coke.

So, Peeps, today I am pounding the pavement, enjoying the sunshine, getting some exercise, going to the bathroom ALONE, eating out, having dessert, and a coke, and a big ole' whopping bubble bath.

I'm just enjoying my day with family and friends while keeping an eye out for any single, older bald guys. THAT'S what I want for my present. Oh, that and World Peace.