Today is my Birthday

It is my birthday today.  I am now 34.  I am not particularly thrilled about this, because once you’ve reached the 30-mark, it feels like there are a whole bunch of restrictions on what you should and shouldn’t be doing or wearing.  I frequently violate the ‘rules’ (still sporting piercings and wearing questionable fashions) that the media are forever instilling in us.  Don’t believe me?  Take a read of one of these delightful, body-shaming, sexist posts as examples:

25 Items You Definitely Need to Toss by Age of 30

24 Things Women Should Stop Wearing After Age 30

But anyway, maybe with my increasing maturity is my decreasing amount of care about how supposedly inappropriate my fashion sense is.  This could mean that by the time I’m 80, I’ll be sporting bright pink hair and wearing crop tops, and at 80, I hope I care even less!

But I digress.  It is my birthday, and although I felt compelled to write about it, I was at a bit of a loss about what exactly to cover in this post.  I’m not going to be doing anything particularly radical to mark my birthday, nor is it a significant birthday.

So I thought I would look back at what was going on in the year I was born (1981), and was amused to stumble upon the site Poke My Birthday.  The site hilariously tells me that although I may think my life began on Thursday 19th February 1981, it actually began a good bit earlier than this.  Mum and dad will be thrilled at the next bit of information.

On the 15th April 1980, my dad apparently produced the semen that would have become half of me.  Interestingly, if he had drunk more or less caffeine than he did that day (I don’t know which), I could have easily been a boy.

On the 30th April 1980, mum had her final menstrual cycle before building up the egg that became me.  According to the Poke My Birthday folks, mum spent that day being incredibly moody, anxious and short-tempered.

On the 15th May 1980, mum and dad got very friendly indeed (*snigger*).

On the 16th May 1980, one of those sperms that dad made on the 15th April completed it’s epic journey to mum’s ‘Fiona’ egg and tapped on the door.  I am one cell old today!

On the 30th May 1980, mum may have suspected she was pregnant.

On the 6th June 1980, mum told dad that she was pregnant.  This day was also the day that my heart pumped for the very first time.  Wow.  Genuinely.

21st August 1980 was the last day that mum and dad could have chosen to abort me.  Phew!

And the rest is history!

To change the subject slightly, I am aware that my birthday this year coincides with Chinese New Year, and you’ll be fascinated to know that I was born in the year of the rooster.  This is quite ironic, considering my name is now Chick.

Anyway, that is all I am going to write on my birthday (today).  There may be more, depending on what I get up to over the weekend.  Mum and dad, if you’re still cringing at this post, then all you need to do is look up Finley and Fraser’s dates of birth on Poke my Birthday to have a laugh at Ian and I!

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27 thoughts on “Today is my Birthday

  1. Happy birthday lovely lady 🙂 you share it with mine & Hubby’s anniversary. On this day eleven years ago we met in a beach bar in Cambodia, and got married exactly five years later… Have a great day xxx


  2. Firstly, a very Happy Birthday, my dear, from mum and me! Well, well – some interesting factoids, especially those on the run-up to 19th February 1981! But those aside (and the more aside, the better!) I have to say that my eye was caught – and my gander dangerously elevated – by those postings in the links you mentioned. My goodness – what a pair of self-opinionated [insert your own choice of wildly politically-incorrect noun here]. One of them sounds like a pretentious little twerp with about as much life experience as you had on around 17th May 1980 (24 Things…), while the other lot are apparently a bunch of reactionary fashionistas that make the Daily Mail seem like the Guardian. How come we didn’t get to see pictures of the things they decried so vehemently? What is an “incredibly distasteful interview suit”? And would you really pitch up at an interview wearing a pair of trousers that looks like you borrowed them from a resident of a care home?? And A CAPE? Have you got 4 grand to spend on something that looks like it was meant to be thrown over a horse on cold nights? (Worn by a model whose shoes were a mite – what’s the word I’m looking for? – chunky; now see item 19…)

    If I were a post-thirty lady, I for one would definitely NOT consider ditching 25 items of my wardrobe if it meant spending over £17 grand on replacing them! I’d rather go with the philosophy of Jenny Joseph’s marvellous poem “Warning”. Here’s an excerpt:

    “When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
    With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
    And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
    And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.
    I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired
    And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
    And run my stick along the public railings
    And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
    I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
    And pick flowers in other people’s gardens
    And learn to spit.”

    Love as ever,
    Dad xx


    1. Dad, I’m going to have to hire someone to write my responses to your epic comments! It is just as well we’re currently under the same roof and I can respond in person. Keep them coming – comments disguised as essays (especially hilarious ones like these) make this old bird very happy indeed! Xx


  3. Happy birthday! (Again!!) What excellent subject for your birthday – we need more people to tear down these ridiculously outmoded ideas about what we should or shouldn’t do after the earth has spun around the sun a certain number of times. I shall stubbornly wear my dragon onesie until I die!!!!

    I celebrated my 30th recently, wearing a dress covered in stars and some excellent devices known as “disco fingers” (individual lights for your fingers, from the bloody brilliant Tiger . . . I just tried to find a link, but they’re tragically sold out (probably purchased my hoards of 30-somethings rightfully clinging to their youth)). It was wonderful.

    PS I love how your blog is about parenting but not at all in a smug way. It’s so refreshing – I love it!

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    1. Thanks again for the birthday wishes Robyn! There is actually a branch of Tiger in our local town centre. I must head down there as my mum is a fan and has picked up some rather cool bits before. I’ll be on the lookout for some disco fingers!!!! (Really, I will.)

      You know you have totally made my day with your P.S. Thanks for totally getting Free Range Chick!!! xxx

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      1. You’re so welcome! Get on down to Tiger and buy yourself a birthday present (actually don’t, that place is EVIL, I go in with the intention to buy 3 candles for £1 and come out with £50 worth of utter tat. Beautiful, fun and three whole basketloads of tat, but tat nonetheless).

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    1. Oh wow, thanks Tim!! (Do you have Chinese heritage, or did you just hit Google-translate?)

      The most imaginative way I am going to mark Chinese New Year is by having a Chinese meal on Saturday night with my husband. If you do have Chinese heritage, I would welcome any better suggestions!


      1. I’m British-born but of Malaysian-Chinese heritage. We’re celebrating by taking the kids into London for food and the organised festivities


      2. Now that sounds like a fantastic plan. I haven’t been into London’s Chinatown for YEARS. The last time was as newlyweds, which was nearly five years ago. It is the usual, ‘when the kids are older’ scenario… Our elder son will probably be fine to go into London actually, but our little will not appreciate it at all.

        Enjoy it Tim! Will you be blogging about it?


      3. I’ll probably write something, although I’ve blogged about CNY before so will be scratching my head for something original to say!


  4. Happy belated birthday wishes! You have the same birthday as my youngest son Harley who was 9 this year, and I also have a son called Finley!
    That site you mentioned sounds fun i will have to remember to check it out in April for my birthday! Stevie x


    1. Thanks ever so much! A great day to be born, I say! What can I say, great minds must surely think alike – Finley is a mighty name. You should definitely check out Poke My Birthday if you fancy a bit of a laugh! Thanks for your comment and the social media follows, Stevie x

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