There is one person who sends me three cards every year. One on New Year’s, one for my birthday and the third that marks the anniversary of my flight into space.
Robert Duvall saw me playing at a restaurant in Louisiana and invited me to be an extra in his movie ‘The Apostle.’ He gave me a guitar for my sixth birthday, and I thought that was the coolest thing in the world.
The only show my mother could afford to take me to when I was growing up was ‘Cats’, for my birthday.
I’ve looked after my money. As I started working around my third birthday, my first check went straight to the bank.
Birthday Alarm was a very simple site based on being reminded of your friends’ birthdays.
I love mayonnaise. Every birthday when I was a kid I’d go to Black Angus and just dip my burger in mayo.
Traditionally Presidents Day was Washington’s birthday. It was celebrated as a public holiday on February 22 each year, in peace or in war.
I wasn’t very good about juggling family and my career. I was interested in who was coming to the children’s birthday party, what my son was writing. I was thinking about Legos.
If you are an actress in L.A., on your 40th birthday they should just hand you the keys to the lunatic asylum.
As I approach my 88th birthday, it’s become apparent to me that my eyes and ears, among other appurtenances, aren’t quite what they used to be. The prospect of long flights to wherever in search of whatever are not quite as appealing.
I must have been yearning for some Jewish content beyond my genetic makeup because soon after my 21st birthday, I noticed I was no longer dating WASPs.
Just before my 16th birthday, Natalie Dormer said to me, ‘As soon as you turn 16, you’re going to work adult hours. People will try take advantage of you, so it’s important not to be a pushover.’
I worked at an ice cream parlor called Chadwicks. We wore old-timey outfits and had to bang a drum, play a kazoo, and sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to people while giving them free birthday sundaes. Lots of ice cream scooping and $1 tips.
If someone close to me forgets my birthday, I am heartbroken.
I don’t really drink, but the one thing I really hanker after is Zubrowka vodka. If it’s someone’s birthday, I’ll pretend I like red wine for about three sips.
I love getting scared. I find myself putting myself in situations like haunted houses or going to a haunted hospital for my birthday. Yes, I’ve actually done that.
I get bashful in the spotlight. Even at home or at a birthday party, I hate that stuff.
With my daughter, we do arts and crafts, we read a lot, we listen to music, and we cut the strings off balloons and bounce them around after birthday parties.
For a meal out, my number one restaurant is Peter’s Inn. I first went there when it was an old biker bar. Believe me, when it was Motorcycle Pete’s, that was fun. I had my 30th birthday there.
I was never the kind to throw parties for my birthday. I remember how embarrassed I used to be when they’d make me cut a cake on the sets, and the unit would sing ‘Happy Birthday.’
I’ve been a Nick Cave fan since the early ‘80s when he was part of The Birthday Party thing singing Australian self-destructive rock band and I’ve always followed his work and loved it.
I’m going to hide – I always do on my birthday, I never celebrate birthdays.
I play PC and Xbox games at home, and I just got a PSP as a birthday present.
Nicole Richie invited me to her birthday party, and it was at Michael Jackson’s Neverland!
I don’t go into a fight mad. I go into a fight like it’s my birthday. I love what I’m doing.
