Birthday week
I'll have the latest on finals, grades, The Girl Who Called, and much more coming soon, promise. Today kicked off Birthday Week, and I have a feeling the tools I hang out with at work are planning something. Gary (our IT manager) was talking it up all day today; it could have something to do with the prank I pulled on him a couple weeks ago involving copious amounts of white goo (mayonnaise and water) left on his desk with a note telling him not to ever doubt me. But it remains to be seen if his (very boisterous, no doubt) antics at work will involve retribution or just a loud announcement that I'm now 33 and still don't get laid on anything resembling a regular basis. I'll keep you posted on that... his antics, not getting laid.
My dad's birthday lands on the 26th, so we usually combine our birthday weekends, and we will do so again this year. This coming weekend is Memorial Day, and that'll give us plenty of time to see Indiana Jones (they don't know I'm seeing it at a midnight showing), hit a casino or two, and probably cook out as well. My sister's birthday is the 31st, but unfortunately, she doesn't live nearby.
Yesterday I attended a 90th birthday party for Willa, a first-class lady from my childhood church. I hadn't seen her in ages, and she is still every bit as funny and sharp as I remember. Her lifelong friend Mildred was there, and she'll be 98 next month. I can only wish for that kind of health at that age, because the only thing wrong with either one of them is that they don't hear so well anymore.
Ah, birthday week, how I've missed you.
Tomorrow is five years since the last episode of Buffy aired.
I hope to God I don't hear from my ex; she has a tendency to pop up when anniversaries and what not roll around. So God? Please no. In return, I'll dig my Adam's apple out with a fork.
I find I am sick to death of 'old' jokes. Half o' y'all clowns are older than me and the other half are six months younger, so... again with the fork.
With my accumulated birthday money, I have ordered this. I'll let you know how completely bad ass it is when it arrives.
Awwww yeah.
My dad's birthday lands on the 26th, so we usually combine our birthday weekends, and we will do so again this year. This coming weekend is Memorial Day, and that'll give us plenty of time to see Indiana Jones (they don't know I'm seeing it at a midnight showing), hit a casino or two, and probably cook out as well. My sister's birthday is the 31st, but unfortunately, she doesn't live nearby.
Yesterday I attended a 90th birthday party for Willa, a first-class lady from my childhood church. I hadn't seen her in ages, and she is still every bit as funny and sharp as I remember. Her lifelong friend Mildred was there, and she'll be 98 next month. I can only wish for that kind of health at that age, because the only thing wrong with either one of them is that they don't hear so well anymore.
Ah, birthday week, how I've missed you.
Tomorrow is five years since the last episode of Buffy aired.
I hope to God I don't hear from my ex; she has a tendency to pop up when anniversaries and what not roll around. So God? Please no. In return, I'll dig my Adam's apple out with a fork.
I find I am sick to death of 'old' jokes. Half o' y'all clowns are older than me and the other half are six months younger, so... again with the fork.
With my accumulated birthday money, I have ordered this. I'll let you know how completely bad ass it is when it arrives.
Awwww yeah.