I am going to be turning 40 soon, and I know
my husband wants to throw me a big birthday bash. It is something of a
tradition in his family. He comes from a family of ten children and each
time someone turns the decade mark his family throws a huge party complete
with caterer, band, and entertainment activities. His family flies in from all
over the US and it becomes a weekend activity. I do not want this.
I am not a person that enjoys a huge celebration. I would like to
celebrate my birthday with my immediate family at a nice restaurant with a nice
birthday cake. I have told this to my husband, but I know he is
planning on his regular family bash. What do I do? How can I get
him to understand my feelings?
Dear Almost 40:
I know you are feeling uneasy about turning
40. I am almost 40 myself and none of my friends can believe it. Being 40 is
not the end of the world, so I hear, but your wishes regarding this birthday
should be heeded. You have told your husband that you do not want a big bash
but he is ignoring you on this matter? What a beast!
As I see it you can either reiterate your
strong feelings on this matter hoping he yields, or you can grin and
bear this party he is planning. On the other hand, you can have a conversation
with him about how you have been living a lie all these years and must now tell
him the truth. You will explain to him that you have been lying about your age
during your whole marriage. You can say that you are actually only 36 years old
(best not to go too young or he won't believe you). Tell him that your mother
lied about your age to get you into school earlier because of your superior
intelligence and that you just stuck to the fake age all this time.
Or, heaven forbid, tell him that you are
actually older than he thinks you are. Tell him you are already 40 years old.
Reverse the school story and tell him you were held back a year due to your
"slowness". Apologize profusely for misleading him. It's only a
year off, you'll say. That way you have 10 more years to plan your escape from
the big Five-Oh birthday party. Good Luck!
*****
Dear Ruth,
Due to your vast knowledge, I thought I would
ask you a philosophical question: Which came first, Dear Ruth, the Spicey Chicken Filet or the Egg McMuffin?
-McWaiting in McHenry
Dear McWaiting in McHenry:
I am not much of a philosopher I am afraid. If pressed, I would have to say the Spicy Chicken Filet, only because it is a solid belief among theologians that God created cayenne pepper before Canadian bacon.
*****
My husband, "Jeff" is a detective in the
narcotics division of our local law enforcement agency. He must go undercover
in some of the seediest parts of town to infiltrate drug groups. To do this he
has grown a beard. When he is out with his us, his family, he dresses
nicely and looks nothing like his "undercover" person. Yet he still
gets looks from people, and the other day an elderly woman approached him,
patted his beard and asked, "What are you trying to hide?" How should my husband respond to people like this woman? He can't reveal what
he does for a living, but he shouldn't have to put up with that sort
of nonsense either.
Undercover Wife
Dear Undercover Wife:
It seems it's always the elderly who think
they can just say anything they want and act anyway they want in any situation.
It is unfortunate. I guess it's a by-product of being old. They see The Grim
Reaper loitering on their doorstep and think to themselves "Oh well, I
might as well tell everyone I know exactly what I am thinking at every moment.
Even strangers. I might not get another chance."
For this we, the
younger generation, must forgive them. Someday, we will be that old, God
willing, and may want to "let it all hang out" too. In
situations where your husband is being interrogated about his beard by a
senior citizen, you have two choices.
One, he can smile devilishly and say
something like "I am working undercover for the CIA right now. Don't give
me away." Then wink. Or, two, when asked what you are hiding, he can
reply, "Horrible scars!" and then burst into tears and run away.
*****
Dear Ruth,
Just Wondering....
Dear Just Wondering:
In my many travels and incarnations, I have managed to meet a few celebrities. I am not a name dropper mind you. But....I did once meet Joe DiMaggio (pre-Marilyn). And I am very good friends with Debbie Reynolds, Dame Edna (who stole my idea and turned it into a multi-million dollar-making career) and Barbara Mandrell. I briefly knew Warren Beatty at one point in the late 60's. I have had David Groh, Tippi Hedren and Peter Jennings to dinner. And of course, as everyone knows, I almost married Ed Begley Jr. after a crazy weekend in the Canary Islands. I do not have a black book. It's white. And no, it's not for sale until after my death.
*****
Dear Ruth,
Too Selfless For My Own Good
Dear TSFMOG:
Let's not go overboard. Just because you want your guests to enjoy the prettier shower curtain does not mean that you are too selfless for your own good. I mean, this is just a shower curtain we're talking about. It's not like you donated a lung to a homeless child.
Putting other people's needs ahead of your own is neither unattractive nor a flaw. I am always thinking of others before myself, and I am quite attractive. The trick is not to be selfless 24 hours a day. You do need to take some "me" time. Following are some ways you can build yourself up and renew your batteries so to speak:
- Once a week stand in front of the mirror completely naked and repeat over and over to yourself "I am pretty. I am sexy. I am young".
- Have a weekend fling with someone you don't know all that well. Nothing does so much for body and soul.
- Don't skimp on store-bought pastries. Go to a real bakery and stuff eclairs down your throat until you feel ill.
- Spend lots of time with pets. Animals can have a very soothing effect on our nerves.
- Do something you have never done before, like go to a monster truck rally, dye your hair blonde or visit the Hawaiian Islands.
- Every night before you go to bed, burn a five dollar bill just for the hell of it.
- When it's cold outside, don't be afraid to crank up the heat. Both you and your guests deserve no less.
- One last piece of advice: Tell your sister to mind her own damn business and start psychoanalyzing herself instead of you. I am sure she could use it.
"If you aren't reading Ruth Wellington, you are missing out! The best advice on the planet!"
-- Bob Peters, Tampa Daily
"I laugh so hard I choke on my cereal! No one tells it like she sees it then Ruth Wellington."
--- Lillian Druthers, Author, Los Angeles
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