This is what 35 looks like on me. I love it.
It’s halfway to Christmas, otherwise known as my birthday. So, what do I do for such a celebratory event? Well, the kids are out of town depleting my in_law’s retirement funds through souvenir shop investments. Woops, I mean vacationing through the Blackhills, SD.
So, it’s just Ricardo and I to celebrate. And unless we got a bouncy house, there wasn’t much of a party going on here. Due to schedules, and rain forecasts and the length of our gigantore forest grass growing in the yard, I needed to mow. I love to mow. So, yes, I mowed the yards on my birthday. When I got to the back yard, I was trying to decide on a pattern. You know, you have to mix up your lawn mowing patterns so as not to get any lawn mower tracks or divets in the grass. Did y’all know that, or do you need to defer your husbands to this segment? Anyhoo, since it’s my birthday and all, I got wicked silly and instead of horizontal, or vertical, or even diagonal, I went with circular. What what? Yeah, I rocked the lawn mowing zen world and mowed the lawn in a circular pattern. I know. Gettin C_R_A_Z_Y on my birthday! Whew!
And yes, I made my own cake, because I’m a control freak like that. I went C_R_A_Z_Y yet again and instead of my typical yellow cake with chocolate frosting, I went with lemon cake, white icing. Had the kids been here, I would have made them make it. “Now, get in there and make Mommy’s cake!” But they aren’t. And Ricardo is working, and I’ve pretty much scheduled the rest of his evening, so I made my own cake. Yeah, I did.
I scheduled a great gathering and perhaps, used my birthday into guilting people into driving all the way out to the Surfside Club for beer and fried food. It really was fun. I forgot how much I love hot weather, everyone else was hot and sweating. Surfside Club is on the river, and has very specific dress code rules. Which is funny. Because it’s a dive. They serve 4 items: Corn Fritters, French Fries, Fried Catfish, Fried Chicken. And that’s it. At the bar, you can get a cup of pepsi for 50 cents or you can get diet pepsi for $1.50. Interesting. Or you can get a pitcher of beer or lemonade. I got my very own pitcher of lemonade. It was slimey. I don’t know if it was the sugar or the slime from the ice, but I’m grossed out just thinking about it. I drank it though. Because I have a stomach of iron steel, and it was indeed, my birthday, so I’m protected by birthday law from all bad things, right?
Here’s another tradition for the Surfside Club. We were greeted with this within minutes of sitting down. I love the expression on all the boat riders faces. “What are y’all doin tonight after work?” “I dunno, I think we’ll take Bob out on the river and moon people. What are you doin?”
I had a great group of pals who came out to celebrate with me. It was the perfect party with my favorite people!
Then Michael Jackson died and totally upstaged my birthdayness. I never was much of an MJ fan. Sure, I thought the moonwalking was cool, but someone choreographed that, it’s not like he just made it up. I thought the Thriller video was cool. And then I think later, I liked that song Black & White. And that’s about it for me. And then he just got really freaky, and in the picture CNN posted on their news coverage website eulogyness, I find myself looking to see if I can figure out where his nose comes off his face. I think I found it. And I am afraid to turn on my tv, because last night, just before I went to bed, I’m flipping, and Larry King is interviewing KENNY ROGERS about Michael Jackson. Another channel is phone interviewing JC Chasez. Really? And there’s a lady on claiming to have discovered the Jackson 5. Just like the latter days of his life, this is going to be a circus for a while. Welcome year 35 to me.
That’s how I roll.