birthdays

This post captures the essense of the Birthday That Was.

There’s more, it’s all here. And no, I’m not officially whining about my birthday. Just marvelling at how they change over the decades.

Yeah, I could have said “Blood, Sweat, and Gears,” which I think I fell in love with back when I was a kid (thirty something years ago). But that’s so… cliche, don’t you think?

We had a busy weekend, away from keyboards and blogs and even our house.

We did have:

• Birthday cake.
• Swimming.
• Driving.
• Crying.
• Bicycles.
• Emergency room visit.
• Rain
• Guitar
• Pictures. Somewhere.
• The Descent.
• Running.

Not in that order.

Let me clarify a couple of things:

Birthday was my son and my mom (two days apart).

Swimming was in two different pools (Friday, Saturday, and Sunday)

ER visit was not me, or my kids, but my brother-in-law. I have pictures, but not permission to use them (they’re for his blog). He had a nasty spill while cycling on what was otherwise a beautiful if somewhat hot Sunday morning. Nothing broken except his helmet, lots of scrapes.

The Descent was freakin’ awesome. I haven’t jumped so much at a movie in I don’t know how long. I saw it at Midnite on Friday.

My son loves his new guitar, and I have pictures (they were “putting the band back together” on Saturday, we had a drummer, a flute, and a guitar, and a cheerleader). If I can find the camera, I’ll share.

My blog is pissed at me for being gone, so it’s a real effort to post entries right now. Go figure.

I went running Friday (25 minutes) and Monday AM (28 minutes) in the rain.

Yes, it rained here. There was much rejoicing.

Found this in my e-mail this morning. Coincidence? I think not.

Eric Idle (Monty Python’s Flying Circus) just turned 62
From an interview in “Men’s Health”:

“They say aging is a funny thing. But there’s nothing funny about it at all. You still feel 14, but when you turn on the bathroom light, this ugly old guy in the mirror leaps out at you. Forget all the advertising crap about the golden years; that’s just bull–to try to get you to put your money into real estate. Retirement-living homes are thinly disguised golfing camps. That’s another warning sign of old age: golf. It’s nature’s way of telling you you should be dead.

One or two final tips. Don’t read newspapers. They’re not just bad for trees. Don’t watch TV news. Look at those anchors in their wigs and ridiculous hairdos. Can you trust people who are lying about their appearance? Same goes for TV evangelists. If God wants money, he’ll take it. That’s why he’s God.

Just keep pissing in your pajamas and complaining about everything. That’s the great benefit of old age.”

“Dale, dale, dale, no perdas el tino,
porque si lo perdes, pierdes el camino.
Esta piñata es de muchas mañas, sólo contiene naranjas y cañas.”

Hit, hit, hit.
Don’t lose your aim,
Because if you lose, you lose the road.
This piñata is much manna, only contains oranges and sugar cane.

At my nephew’s second birthday party.

I didn’t claw my way to the top of the food chain to eat vegetables.

T-shirt, Burger King, Waco Tx.

We cracked some nuts.

My wife, after we took three kids to see the Nutcracker and survived relatively intact. May be a slight paraphrase due to exhaustion, and I’m not as technologically advanced as some bloggers to be able to record stuff while on the run.

They caught his tail, and then shot him with the guns!

My son, describing his favorite Nutcracker scene, when the toy soldiers catch the Rat King. Nobody was actually shot, btw, but the Rat King has now been detained as an “enemy combatant.”

Feliz Navidad!

We purchased a “Christmas Hits” CD which has this (my son’s favorite) among 40 other tunes.