What did you do for your 40th birthday?

I’ll let you know in 16 years.

Kept a low profile, kept myself indoors and didn’t say or do much. Felt like a dehydrated chicken.

Had drinks & dinner, felt special. Wouldn’t change it. A liitle sad inside though tbh.

I spent four days in New York City with my sister. We stayed in Times Square, saw a show, went to MoMA, ate at a bunch of great restaurants, saw the Statue of Liberty, saw the site of the Twin Towers, walked through Central Park – basically did every touristy thing we could. We even visited the Today Show. All in all it was a great birthday!

We went out for dinner (kids & hubby) – honestly, my 40th and 41st b-days were celebrated pretty much the same. (I’m very low-key and so I wouldn’t change a thing. I don’t like big parties..would hate to have a surprise party—that’s pretty much my definition of a nightmare.)

We had talked about taking a trip.. both for my hubby’s 40th (which was a few years before mine) and my milestone birthday..but it never really worked out timing-wise…we’re kind of in the middle of those years where our lives are really busy with raising our kids and working..

I think for our 50th birthdays we’ll try to do a trip to celebrate. By then our kids will be pretty much grown up..and we should be able to take some time to get away together.

Had a tubal ligation two days before thinking it wasn’t going to be a big thing. It was. I was still in a lot of pain, but my brother had a party for me and my husband (now ex) as our birthdays are on the same day. I still had a good time.

Cried. Seriously. It was not a good time.
Although I got married a week later. That was a pretty great way to celebrate!

Not much.

My daughter made me a lovely card and we had dinner at home. My wife was going through some craziness at the time, so it kind of got overlooked.

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^Tee hee

I don’t celebrate my own birthday. It conflicts with my overwhelming feelings of self loathing.

Oh, for heaven’s sake. That was 30 years ago, do you expect me to remember that?

Let’‘s see, 1983, hmmmm…...Oh, I got it. My youngest son was 3 three years old, we bought our first house that year. YAY.

Cake. I got a full-fledged birthday cake for the big 40. A big rectangular one with a guy shooting pool ac the confectioner’s decoration in the center. We went out for a great dinner, and when we came back, the cake was different. It looked as if someone had taken a knife and spatula, cut around the pool table and player, and carefully removed it from the cake without dropping a crumb anywhere or disturbing any other part of the cake. My wife immediately said our Belgian Shepherd, R1, did it. I though, “Impossible! How could she cut around it so cleanly and remove it without any damage to the cake?”

But she called R1 into the kitchen and pointing at the cake, asked R1, “Did you mess with the cake?”

R1’s head hung down, her tail went between her legs, and she slunk out of the kitchen with guilt written all over her. My wife was pretty pissed at the dog, because she’d gone to such lengths to get a cake with a guy shooting pool, a game I love. But I actually felt sorry for the poor pooch as much as for my wife’s disappointment. The cake was fine without the hard candy thing in the middle, and R1 got to enjoy my birthday too, even if she did have to pay for it in the heavy guilt trip after getting caught.

It was nicer than I anticipated. My folks, sister, brother in law and niece took me out to one of the iconic restaurants in town, and we had a nice little dinner and a pleasant time on their garden patio—also, we had an excellent waitress, which is unusual for this area.

Hmm. I want to do something different than usual, which is nothing.

Gave my nine month old daughter her first taste of ice cream. She didn’t like the cake, didn’t get a taste for cake until she was eight or nine years old.
We stayed around home and tried not to bake to death. It was a record hot summer, and I couldn’t afford to replace the broken air conditioner. I ran cold water in the bathtub and she played in it while I sat on the edge with my feet in it.
If I could stir in that day’s weather with today’s, it would be positively perfect weather!

I spent it with my then-girlfriend in a cabin in the woods in Sedona, AZ. I recall asking her how she felt about sleeping with a man of 40, an “advanced” age I was having a very hard time accepting. Today I look back and wonder how I could ever have been so young!

Hubby and I both got tattoos with our daughter’s name.

Went to work, that’s about it.

The lady I was dating at the time and I…....well, let’s just say we had a helluva good time!!