10 posts tagged “birthday”
For one day, I'll refrain from nagging you about getting your exercise. That is a gift in itself, isn't it?
Have a great year and 'we'll see you when we see you'.
Love,
Amy
May you always party until the cows stop by...
Courtesy of WeinerDog.com.
(And my parents. Yes - It's a recycled card - Happy Earth Day!)
I'm glad to have shared a little tiny moment of your Year 30 with you. They really DO get better from here on out! I hope to enjoy cheezburgers and beers with you again soon!
Happy Birthday to MichelleMB and to Sixbucks, who are celebrating International Cake Monkey Day - in addition to their shared birthday, of course.
And what's more fun than a cake pan of monkeys?* After all, birthdays are for the sharing of cake! Cupcakes fill the bill quite nicely, methinks.
Enjoy your day, MMB and 6$!!!
*I was going to say 'more fun than an oven of monkeys', but that sounded more gruesome than necessary for the occassion.
Just to begin, let me say that Brother Steve bought an old $100 computer on eBay four years ago for my folks so DadH can check out all the Michigan State sports commentary on Podunkville's dial-up internet service.
It's still faster than my two-year old Dell laptop and Cox cable modem. WTF??
That's the reason I've been slow at posting pics from home and wherever else. I wanted to post these pics for mah birfday and since it's 9:30 Arizona time now, it will probably be midnight here by the time I'm done with blob entry.
So here goes. First, I present to you the earliest known photograph of Yours Truly. You will note that my photo is cluttered up by my two brothers. From left to right, Steve, Ray and approximately 6-month old AmyH. Six months is a wild guess, BTW. Raymond looks like he was in a fight. He was a pain from the beginning so Steve may have popped him one.
What a goober of a baby I was. Now I'm kind of glad there are no more baby pics of me.
Let's move on to 18 months. We know this because MomH actually documented ages on the back of the picture. This notation is a rare find, indeed. MomH was very surprised by the discovery that she wrote anything at all.
Hmm, not much better there. Let's try for two.
This next pic is a fave. The Podunkville newspaper brought in a portrait photographer once a year so we country folk could get pictures taken. That's probably where the top two photos were from. For the next one, MomH says we had to wait an hour for our picture to be taken.
"I had three little kids under the age of seven, rolling around in the dirt, fighting, fussing and getting cranky. But we stayed and when your turn came, you were all smiles."
Yes, my middle name is Lynn. Booooring. As I mentioned before, I was named Amy so I wouldn't have a hard time spelling my name when I got to Kindergarten. Very thoughtful of my mother.
As for those stylin' shirts, MomH took a sewing class to learn the right way to use this newfangled godsend of a fabric - doubleknit polyester. DadH had a matching shirt, too. Swank-y!
She despised that fabric but at the time, she had no choice. Everyone was raving about the wrinkle-free, stain-resistant, most likely waterproof synthetic. The time period created her very own Depression stories: "That's all you could get, nothing else was available. It was awful. I was so glad when it was over."
Finally, my first solo portrait, age three. My Grandma & GrandpaH bought this for me when they were touring dairy farms over in Switzerland. GrandpaH probably bought it. I miss him terribly.
I remember that day like it was yesterday. I was sooo scared. I've gotten over my shyness since.
From here on out are my Ugly Years, all the way to say, age 32. No more pics tonight.
But tomorrow I turn 37 and life is fantastic. I have a wealth of wonderful friends, a loving family, the best kitty in the whole wide world, a solid credit rating, my own cordless drill, many great experiences and many more to come.
Thank you all so much for making me smile, listening to me complain and being there for me. What else can a gal really ask for?
None. None more else.
*blows kisses*
I'd tell you that I'm sorry for letting the cat bunny out of the bag, but I'm not! Now we have a great reason to eat cake today! *tweets noisemaker*
Have a great one!
First day back to work and I'm rarin' to go.
Second day of January. January is also Birthday Month. w00t! Instead of any mental anguish that will come with thoughts of turning 37, I'll instead be thinking of all the celebrations in store. I have six other friends with January birthdays and countless others who want to party for any given reason, so from now until the end of the month will be many chances to revel in good cheer and great company.
Thirdly, I have a date with BDG (Blind Date Guy) on Friday night. Always fun to start the new year with new possibilities. That leads me to one of my resolutions I forgot yesterday.
9. Don't listen to other people's dating advice. This is especially true about those friends who never make good relationship choices but are the first to tell you all the things you are doing wrong.
I'm 37 (technically still 36, but it is Birthday Month so let's just go with it), divorced and have had my share of bad relationships and crazy dates. Good experiences, too, of course. So I think I know what I need to know by now - you will either hit it off or you won't. If you do, it shouldn't be difficult, painful or hurtful. If you don't, then keep moving.
Besides, my life is pretty darn good as it is right now. I may meet someone I want to share my life, I may not. I'm good with either scenario.
That said - party on!
It's been a great pleasure getting to know such a warm, caring, kooky crazy guy. Here's to Donut Stalking and more in the coming year!
(card from the lovely folks at fomato)
Today marks the anniversary of the birth of my wonderful mother, MomH.
This is when MomH was still a wee Li'l SusieM. She's astride her father's prize Milking Shorthorn cow, Pandora. Isn't Pandora a fantastic name for a cow?
Happy Birthday, Mom! Thanks for being so great.
I'm a greeting card collector. I am. I do eventually send them out to other people who aren't me, but thanks to the creation of the scanner, I'm able to keep images of them for my own joy and amusement.
Here's to hoping you can see them clearly. www.fomato.com, found at super awesome Phoenix vinyl collector toy shop, Red Hot Robot.
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And another fave:
I was shopping tonight for a birthday card for my dad. He turned 67 on Monday. Hey, at least I called last week and asked Mom if he needed anything. She said he loves the socks* I got him for Christmas, but since it's not cold anymore he's all set.
These cards cracked me up and earned me some strange looks. Does no one else break into spontaneous laughter in the grocery store? Bunch of wet blankets, my fellow shoppers were.
I'm not sure who to give this one to, I might frame it and keep it for myself.
This one was just too darn silly to pass up:
The inside of them both say: "Wishing you some very special specialness on your birthday". I guess the folks over at Hallmark used up all their creativity on the outside.
In the end, I didn't find a card I liked enough for Dad. I'll figure something out before next year's birthday comes around.
*During winter he's always complaining about his hands and feet being cold when working outdoors. I went online to REI and bought him some high-tech ski gloves and socks you would wear if you are climbing Mt. Everest. My desert REI location doesn't stock a lot of extreme cold gear. He thinks they are the greatest things ever, and will tell everyone how much he loves them, no matter how often he has already said so.
