Ahhh.....birthdays, they come along like little bundles of joy each year to celebrate with fun festivities, cake, presents, balloons and happy sun fun times for everyone! For most folks that is...for the rest of us they are a sad constant reminder of aging that pass through our lives more like gas and no matter how hard we try to suppress it--it pops out like a dark noxious cloud that we wave away while drowning ourselves in alcohol and cake. (Yes cake--the only good thing about birthdays) And yes, I just "celebrated" a birthday, one that puts me on the downside of 45 which means 50 is just there on the horizon. Yes 50! That's half a century which is fine since I plan on living to be 142. Scoff all you want, but I believe scientists will find a way even if it means resorting to our own personal Picture of Dorian Gray
in our attics. And really, there is nothing wrong with that as far as I can tell, especially since I won't be having children and won't be the ancient one at someone's graduation or something.
Usually I do try to at least get some free dinners out of friends at different restaurants around town, though of course I have to return the favor when their birthday rolls around which I'm okay with because I do enjoy eating out. The SO is also very good about baking a cake that was a specialty of my mothers, Red Velvet (the Waldorf Astoria version with a cooked icing that is better than you'd think and not the cream cheese icing which I like but on other cakes). He does a really good job, but he knows that the ones my mother used to make will always be my favorite, you just can't beat your own mothers cooking, unless your mother couldn't cook, then well, you have my pity and there is nothing wrong with ordering out. So I guess birthdays are not all bad. It's just the more you have the more you dread them. Like seeing your life slip away yet still seeing a full list of things you'd like to do or accomplish before your supposed expiration date.
I guess one could call it a bucket list--I mean the list of things to do before death not The Bucket List
movie with Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman and which is not on my list. Most of what I'd like is travel based, places I want to go, seven ancient wonders I'd like to see and so on. Oh if only those pesky things like working and money didn't get in the way. Fingers crossed I can win the lottery one day, remember you can't win if you don't play! Though starting this blog was one of those things so I can cross that off. One down--647 to go! Yea!! But what's the point of all this blogging about it? Because they tell me it's supposed to be cathartic (look it up) to just write down and put out there your fears, dreads, anxieties and any other quirks you have so that you can deal with them in a healthy non-destructive way. Though it seems medication would be much easier. But, alas, that stuff just makes me feel woozy and hungover without the pleasure of the journey of getting to that state the old-fashioned way with too much booze and sugar.
So in summary.....um....yeah....well....whatever.....it's my blog and I'll do what I want to--do what I want to--you would blog too if it happened to you---boop be doo doo boop.
Answer to previous posts trivia: Twister
This posts trivia question: What is the most recognized song in the English language?
in our attics. And really, there is nothing wrong with that as far as I can tell, especially since I won't be having children and won't be the ancient one at someone's graduation or something. Usually I do try to at least get some free dinners out of friends at different restaurants around town, though of course I have to return the favor when their birthday rolls around which I'm okay with because I do enjoy eating out. The SO is also very good about baking a cake that was a specialty of my mothers, Red Velvet (the Waldorf Astoria version with a cooked icing that is better than you'd think and not the cream cheese icing which I like but on other cakes). He does a really good job, but he knows that the ones my mother used to make will always be my favorite, you just can't beat your own mothers cooking, unless your mother couldn't cook, then well, you have my pity and there is nothing wrong with ordering out. So I guess birthdays are not all bad. It's just the more you have the more you dread them. Like seeing your life slip away yet still seeing a full list of things you'd like to do or accomplish before your supposed expiration date.
I guess one could call it a bucket list--I mean the list of things to do before death not The Bucket List
movie with Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman and which is not on my list. Most of what I'd like is travel based, places I want to go, seven ancient wonders I'd like to see and so on. Oh if only those pesky things like working and money didn't get in the way. Fingers crossed I can win the lottery one day, remember you can't win if you don't play! Though starting this blog was one of those things so I can cross that off. One down--647 to go! Yea!! But what's the point of all this blogging about it? Because they tell me it's supposed to be cathartic (look it up) to just write down and put out there your fears, dreads, anxieties and any other quirks you have so that you can deal with them in a healthy non-destructive way. Though it seems medication would be much easier. But, alas, that stuff just makes me feel woozy and hungover without the pleasure of the journey of getting to that state the old-fashioned way with too much booze and sugar. So in summary.....um....yeah....well....whatever.....it's my blog and I'll do what I want to--do what I want to--you would blog too if it happened to you---boop be doo doo boop.
How I feel after food debauchery.
This posts trivia question: What is the most recognized song in the English language?
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