March birthdays within the family…I have 8 of them. I trust someone will tell me if I need more.
I do need some pictures from family….
In my vast library of photos I have no pictures of David McRae, Sally (May) Crawford, nor any of Morgan May. Don’t make me come over there and take pictures of you guys…OK, do. Who are these people any way – just kidding :)
Send me pictures and I will get these folks the photo recognition they deserve! In the mean time, I’ve robbed one picture of each from Facebook profiles (sorry gang).
Hope everyone had a happy birthday. Continue reading “Family March Birthdays”
Better late than never! I think I got all the January babies in the family as well.
As far as the friends go, well…if I miss wishing you a happy birthday, I hope you had a happy birthday.
Not to worry you eight (8) January partyers. I’m playing catch up with your pics and post…
Those of you that follow my blog (or Facebook postings) may have read that Wednesday, January 19th, was Edgar Alan Poe’s 202nd birthday. I slathered y’all with an Edgar quote: “I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.”. I couldn’t help but chuckle over that, but like I habitually do, wanted to take it a step further.
Hey y’all. Mick had his 2nd birthday celebration at Christina and Tom’s house. Finger food and presents, lots of laughs and conversations. He had grandparents, cousins, aunts and uncles, and family friends over to witness, eat, and partake in all the birthday fun.
Weather was windy. Weather was rather chilly. Weather was climatically miserable. Family was there. Family was ready to party. Family was generally pleasurable.
OK…it was Mick’s 1st birthday last week Thursday, but we celebrated collectively on Sunday. Mick chose a day of 55° temperatures and a north wind gusting to 45 mph to gather everyone to watch him. Continue reading “The Big ONE”
Yesterday marked a milestone in the life of FD. She turned the big 2-9…an age that will now be with her for a couple years at least ( ;) ).
T is a special person in so many ways. In the family lineage, she is the first born to her Mom and Dad; she is the first grandchild born to her paternal grandparents and the fourth to maternal grandparents; she is the first “girl” on the May side – Grandma was elated if I remember right; she is the first born in our family so she could (or try at least) tell second-born FS what to do and when.
We spent nearly two hours on the phone with her this morning (she appreciated her parent’s duet version of “Happy Birthday” on her voice mail yesterday when she was out and about with friends in the big city…she called it “angelic”…she’s so kind, in a tactful, diplomatic, and funny sort of way). In talking with her, memories of her growing up came to mind. Those only cause a smile, a nose-tingle and color change, a lot of blinking to happen – they are happy, loving tears only a father could have in the privacy of his home office while writing a blog post about a favorite daughter nicknamed so often, but most fittingly, still “Sunshine” and “Sweets”.
This morning I woke up knowing that I have achieved the age of 36 for the 14th time. Somebody tell me I’m having fun…but don’t use the “young” word. The “You’re half a century young” or “You’re 50 years young” is crap, not in my vocabulary, and truthful does not help or make me feel any better. Age = old so I’m facing up to it with all the hesitation and denial I can muster.
Yesterday was just another day. All body functions worked fine. This morning…well…I couldn’t pee. I’m standing in front of the porcelain, business in one hand, the other one extended with the palm up and fingers spread, with a mouth-half-open dumbfounded expression of “huh”. It’s like the plumbing knew the day and time like it were a Swiss watch. Just kidding: the morning constitutional went A-OK, but the walk was met with much anticipation. Continue reading “36 + 14”