You would have to meet my mother to understand. And then having met her, you would probably lose the will to live. I love her dearly but she’s ------- strange. And not always in a good way.:eek:
I actually was born 11 years and about 15 minutes after my brother. Hand-me-down clothes and toys are one thing but a hand-me-down birthday??? That seemed a little much so we came up with the “twins born 11 years apart” thing when I was like 6 years old.
I must need remedial “don’t get dressed day” lessons. Usually when I’m having one of those I’m either drunk-posting, nude-posting or both. :smack:
You say that like drunk and nekkid is a bad thing. 
Happy Nooner Day!!!
Home early today! I had an appointment with the furnace cleaning guy between 1-5 for our annual service. He was waiting in the driveway when I pulled in - Glad he didn’t just take off. So my furnace has been serviced, but someone needs to come back in the spring to do the a/c because it’s too cool and wet today. No big.
One of my best birthdays was my 21st, but not for the usual reason. I got my pilot’s license that day, so it was memorable. And, no, I didn’t get plotzed to celebrate - never have been much of a drinker.
The only time I’ve been truly surprised by a party was somewhere in my 30s - can’t recall the exact one. I’m a January baby, and even in Jacksonville, it’s brisk in the winter. Still, we managed to get the company condo (owned by the company my sweetie worked for) for the weekend of my birthday. It was right on the beach, and if you left the bathroom door open, you could see the ocean while sitting on the toilet. It was a classy joint!! 
7th floor, too, so only the seagulls could see in.
Anyway, we’d gone out to eat with another couple and all our kids, then sweetie and I were going to stay at the condo and our daughter was going to spend the night with the other kids. But first, all of us were going to hang out at the condo for a while. About half an hour after arriving, the phone rang, and my sweetie and the other guy (his coworker) suddenly had to leave - problem at the mill, and since they were both engineers… So there I was, on my b-day with the guy’s wife and our combined 4 kids.
About 15 minutes later, the door opens, and the guys are back with 3 other couples, and a cake! They’d arranged for our other friends to drive to the wilds of the beach just for me! So it was a fun day after all.
Then there was the time I threw a surprise party for my spousal unit - at 6 in the morning. Scared the crap outta him when our friends came into the bedroom singing! But that’s another story.
Speaking of remodeling and stuff… 
Gotta show off the new bathroom (5 pics total, I think) and the new living room (page thru so you can compare before and after! The non-orange walls are the after.
Happy Monday!!!
OK- birthday MMP fallout: I’m getting off-line threats to my safety- 
(And he’s just kidding… right… right…?) (really- anyone in power reading this it is all a joke)
Someone hide me from Noone!
Happily, my bday is 6 mos away!
Yay for Non-orange walls,** Mooooom**!
Spaz- cat butt? "nuff said.
MOOOOOOM it appears Bernie, Scruffy and Taz approve of the remodel. BTW, I think tile from the front door to the aquarium would look good. Just sayin’. Like I live there, I know!
Gotta get busy with dindin.
**swampy **- we discussed running the tile back to the hall. But 1000+ pounds of aquarium and associated stuff isn’t easily moved. Somewhere along the line, we’ll have to deal with it.
Hippo Birdie Noonie!!!
Hope you are having a wonderful day.
I consider each subsequent birthday to be the best one considering the alternative.
moooom, love the new furniture! Looks totally loungeable (is too a word). Oh, and I have the exact same shower curtain hooks only in bronze. GMTA. 
li-li, I was going to ask you to pick up my new thyroid prescription. Doc said to go there and buy it because it’ll be cheaper. I’m back on the brand name stuff at yet another dosage level. 
And now I’m scheduled for an ultrasound.
boofae, sounds like student is a momma’s boy who needs his [del]willie[/del] hand held.
Oh, and I think the bug finally caught up with me because my froat hurts. 
Thus ends the four-year run.
Tupug
I like this.
My birthday is on June 14. Flag Day. Every single year growing up, I had a cake with an American Flag on it. I begged: Barbie, Donny and Marie: anything but the flag! Nope. No dice.
Currently, I love the fact that my birthday is smack dab in the middle of our sons’ and our daughters’. This way, I can have fun with them and we can just kind of gloss over mine!
How’s he doing? We’ve been thinking about you all a lot here.
Here’s a birthday story: When I was about to turn six I was looking forward to my own personal kindergarten class birthday party. When the other kids had a birthday we sang happy birthday and had cupcakes (homemade, this was back in the Dark Unsafe Ages. Our playground had stuff built from old tires from construction equipment, too. Those were the days). I really wanted my Very Own Birthday Party in class.
My birthday is in late January. Late January is when we get most of our North Carolina Snow Days.
Guess what happened the night of January 21, 1986?
I was so upset when I saw my mom put the cupcakes in the freezer. I thought I wasn’t going to get my first class birthday party. I did, but it was the next week when schools reopened.
There’s a picture of me building a proper snowman after that snowstorm. It was as big as I was. That’s the only time I remember us getting that much snow. Usually my snowmen are the size of my Christmas tree this year (about twelve inches tall).
Of course, this year it also snowed near my birthday. I had to watch the inauguration at home instead of with a crowd like I wanted. Let’s see where next year takes us!
Dindin was teh num! I done good!
Now, if y’all will excuse me I have a bear to molest.
The bathroom looks great, Mooooooom! Yay for no more '70s blue!
Pugs, if that’s the same sore throat as KT and I’ve had, it’s not bad and is just minor for a few days before going away. So hopefully that’s what you’ve got and not something worse.
I’m hungry! Leftover creamy turkey and wild rice casserole for dindin. Yay!
Bad Chinese made supper. Yay. Now I need to empty the dryer.
**Puggy **- the furniture is really comfy. Daughter says sitting in the chair is like getting a hug.
**taxi **- this past weekend, we went to the dump where we recycled the blue tub and tossed the blue toilet. Truly the old ugliness is GONE!!!
Ooh, nice new colors! So much better. Especially that bathroom. shudder (Hey, I saw it a couple of years ago. I never could forget the horror of that sink. g)
A new girl is moving into the apartment.
We shall see how this goes. I’ve already warned her that I get up at the buttcrack of dawn most days.
He was all right, but tonight at dinner his blood sugar crashed, and we’re currently testing, re-testing, and stuffing him with cookies. We have to put him to bed and then wake him up twenty minutes later so we can re-test again.
Aaaargh.
In general he’s doing pretty well, but his readings are a bit wonky and this is the second bedtime dinner crash in three or four days.
Hang in there Li-Li. From what I understand, it takes a bit of time to get the whole thing down.
I like the new bathroom and living room**, FCM.**
Work was long, but whatever, I survived.
I’m trying to keep up with the news updates on the cop killer here. He walked in yesterday morning and basically executed four cops. They had just sat down at a local coffee shop to do some pre-shift paperwork. Between them, they had nine kids. The last cop to get shot managed to wound the shooter, and it’s supposedly a torso shot.
I hope to hell it’s right in the gut and he’s suffering horribly. The whole community here is shell-shocked.
Hm, I suppose I should figure out the whole dinner thing, but my son isn’t home right now. I guess he went out to apply for jobs. I hope he gets one soon; his current place of employment didn’t give him any hours; for the third week in a row.:mad:
Oh, yes, I know it takes a while to get everything figured out and fairly stable- I’m just having trouble visualising where the half-litre of juice and eight cookies we fed him over the course of an hour went. He only weighs twenty-six pounds!
Ah, He’s fallen asleep. Time to go stab his finger again.
Pthibbit. Maybe he has a black hole in his stomach or something.
Taters- that’s horrible. What could the motive be to assisinate four cops in cold blood? Terrible.
No motive yet, other than they were cops, I guess. It’s been all over the national news and was even on the BBC.
It’s all very sad, but I feel an increasing amount of anger as well. It’s a long story, but the guy was in prison for life while in Arkansas and Huckabee pardoned him.
He’s dangerous and he’s a nutcase. I wish they’d catch him.
