Wow I keep seeing all these people announcing their birthdays. I knew September was a popular month, count back nine months, must have been the New Year’s champagne! 
So show no shame, sign in here for your own congratulations.
Cactuskate, September 5, 1950
See how daring I am! Even gave the year. Ahh at this point what is in a number anyway, as long as I don’t have to grow up. 
“The older I get, the better I used to be, but who the heck cares!”
Today! Sept 25, 1983. YES- I officially aged out TODAY!! Augh!!!
Blue’s Mom - September 27, 1972
That would make this the year I stop counting. I’m staying 29 forever!
Sept. 6, 1973
Erin, I didn’t go to my reunion–couldn’t face all those people–graduation was the best day of my freakin’ life.
Also happy birthday to my cousin whose b-day is Sept. 8. We always celebrated it jointly, with each of us choosing the activity on alternating years.
I always picked something with animals–the zoo, Marine World, etc. She always wanted to go out to some restaraunt where the brithday girls had to wear stupid hats and get sung to by loud, costume-wearing, off-key wait staff.
Talk about scarred for life.
MargaretF - September 17, 1958. I won’t let advanced age keep me away from my goal of competing in the Ami-Owner jumpers.
Now lack of talent is another matter…
Oh, HuntJumpSC, I am SO sorry about that! What a REALLY BAD b-day present that was!
OK, I am old so here goes nothin’: September 4, 1982. Yes, I am 19 and yes, I’ll kick some butts in the A/A’s by the time I am done!
God, I feel so OLD!
The secret to staying 29, 39, 49, whatever the number.
Quit having birthdays! Just start celebrating the ? anniversary of your 29th or 39th or 49th birthday.
Only problem I found when trying this at 39 was keeping track of what anniversary it is. And as we all know the older you get the harder the battle of CRS disease. (Can’t Remember Sh*%)
“The older I get, the better I used to be, but who the heck cares!”
On top of being Sept. babies, most of us are Virgoes and you all know what that means! Cackle, cackle… We really are such lovable signs.
September 17, 1955!
I’m not getting older, I’m getting…whatever…
Get the ones with separate threads on here too, so we’ll have complete list (spoken like a true Virgo, LOL).
In the Gate - ME TOO!!
September 18 - but unlike Nancey, I will not be brave enough to say the YEAR
I spent it in Ireland and took a friend who is dealing with uterine cancer (almost in remission, we pray!) to lunch. Very nice! She is the ONLY one who knows my age…(And she has the cutest over 30 yr old son… who is a Poet…)
September 8th. Forty-two years young!
Yeah right wty, if you LOVE living with law and order. What is it about the “control” thing. I just have such a hard time getting past that one.
You know. There is my way and the wrong way, or there are two sides to every story, mine and the one that doesn’t count?
I’m just sure it is something astrological, right? Are ya with me on this one?? 
“The older I get, the better I used to be, but who the heck cares!”
A_work_in_progress birthday was Sept. 21, 1973
September 25, 19**… I’m younger than some and older than most here!
September 5th, for the third time… isn’t it great when your birthday falls on Labor Day weekend when all your friends are out of town?
My mother said I was a New Year’s Eve baby, as much as she can remember…
Guess the next time someone asks me if I always have to be right, I’ll just tell them I have no choice…I was born like that.
Cactuskate: I’ll have to remember to only celebrate my “ananiversary” from now on. Thanks for the tip!
Methinks many parents have been occupied with things other than just opening presents on Christmas morning…
Sept. 29, 1980 21! No more fake
Back when I was in grade school our school did not start until the day after Labor Day. It seemed with my Sept 5 BD, I never got to have a birthday party with cupcakes and hats and blowies at school.
Probably why I still insist on a cake and at least one candle, no sense getting the fire dept all up in arms , for my birthday.
And then there was the year my darling husband, forgot. Need I tell you he won’t make that mistake again.
“The older I get, the better I used to be, but who the heck cares!”
there are two sides to every story, mine and the one that doesn’t count?
AKA, The Virgo Way, and the Incorrect, Less-Than-Perfect, Unacceptable Way…
A friend of mine once sent me an old Vogue horoscope that said that all the great nurses and courtesans were, of course, Virgos… that attention to DETAIL and SERVICE, you know.
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