It’s MY birthday, too! Yeah!
I was born on October 8th.
I’m in good company: Matt Damon, R. L. Stein, Bruno Mars, Ma Barker, Jesse Jackson, Chevy Chase, and Sigourney Weaver all share this birthdate. Regardless of your age, there’s got to be someone on that list you know. Quite a range, don’t you think? Famous authors, robbers, actors, politicians…
Then there’re the October Eighters that I know personally.
My cousin is exactly four years older than I am. She was “driving” the bicycle when I caught my foot in the spokes. She cut my hair the summer before fourth grade, at my request. She taught me how to shuffle a deck of cards. We try to get together a couple of times a year. She lives in Southern Illinois and is still teaching me stuff.
My friend since middle school shares my birthdate. This discovery was made the year we couldn’t attend each other’s birthday parties. We called ourselves Gorgeous Twinners #1 and #2 (she was born first) and told people our parents divorced when we were young, she went with mom and I went with dad, hence our different last names. We sold a good tale, despite the physical differences—she is tall, slender and blonde with amazing blue eyes. I am not. I remember sitting next to her in high school as we took a social studies final exam. She was really sick, snuffling and coughing. She sneezed and had to wipe off her paper. (Funny the visuals that stick with you.) I blew the curve for her on that test. (Cuz that’s the only way I could beat G.T. #1!)
It wasn’t until FaceBook that I realized another friend from high school was born on October 8th. We joked about him being our missing triplet… and which parent got him? He used to live in Arizona and was kind enough to pick up a couple of White Sox Training Camp t-shirts for me. He’s since moved and I’m wondering how he’s going to swing that favor again come March.
Good company on a good date. Some historical stuff has happened on this day—most notably the Great Chicago Fire and the day that EMI signed the Sex Pistols to their first major label contract. Of course, many years, like this one, October 8 is Columbus Day celebrated. NO SCHOOL! Also, no mail. (This blog doesn’t recognize the frowny face emoticon, but consider it here ___.) It is nice that I get cards all week, making it easier to drag out my birthday celebration. (Smiley emoticon here ___.)
10:08 is the time used in the Android phone commercials. Every time I see that ad, in print or on TV, I say, “That’s my birthday.” Because it is.
It’s also the “time” used on analog clocks in advertising.
One theory is that when the hands are displayed this way, it allows the logo to show at top and/or bottom of the clock. It also gives it a sense of balance. Another idea states that it was common practice to place the hands of the clock where it made the clock look like it was “smiling.” The brain subconciously interprets that as a positive thing.
I’m 46 this year and I’m okay with that. Sure, the aches, pains and blindness are creeping up on me, but overall I feel good. I feel good about where I am, who I am, and where I’m going. I have a feeling this next year will bring great things… beginning today.
You say it’s your birthday
It’s my birthday too–yeah
They say it’s your birthday
We’re gonna have a good time
Even if today is not your birthday, celebrate.
Happy birthday to you.
I forgot to mention my second cousin on my husband’s side, Happy 10:08, Quinn! 🙂
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