Here in Massachusetts in the good old (sliding uncontrollably toward becoming a fascist nuclear nightmare) USA, it is not Bellana’s birthday.
However, in Dublin, Ireland, where she is at this very moment, it is her birthday.
Happy birthday/day before your birthday, Bellana!!!
Today is not just Mothers Day. It’s also my birthday. 51 years young and all that bullshit.
No real birthday celebrations this year. Just liquids, protein shakes, and lots of intake tracking.
Also, I’ve spent the whole day with Jen, so it’s the best birthday ever.
When I was a kid I used to feel gypped when my birthday fell on Mother’s Day. This year I have bigger fish to fry.
Jen is making dinner. For herself. One of my fears going into weight loss surgery was guilt at putting a burden on Jen. I’m feeling quite a bit of that today. She is so encouraging and supportive and I don’t want to make things difficult for her.
I guess the point of this post is that I hope you’re all having a good day on my birthday. Do something fun for me.
WordPress.com’s WordPrompt for April is:
Green.
How about some green in the woods behind our back yard.
Also, how about a green monster.
Speaking of the Green Monster, yesterday was the Red Sox home opener. It was also my father’s 80th birthday. Happy birthday, dad!
When I called him to wish him a happy birthday I was hoping the Sox would have had a comfortable lead over the Minnesota Twinkies. Instead, the Twinkies were kicking their ass. I complained to him that the team was letting him down on his day. He said he figured they were just shooting for a dramatic comeback, but they were overdoing it a little.
After we hung up and I went back to work the Red Sox did indeed mount a bit of a comeback. They scored a few runs in the 8th inning to at least make it a game… then the bullpen gave those runs back in the top of the 9th.
Stupid Red Sox.
Anyway. #WordPrompt
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday dear Jen-the-love-of-my-life,
Happy birthday to you!
It’s my beautiful, brilliant, amazing wife’s birthday! Wish her a happy birthday!
I love you, sweetie!
Today is Harry’s birthday. He’s 19. Happy birthday, Harry! We’re not going to see him until March. He’ll be coming home for spring break. Jen and I both took that whole week off. We won’t do anything amazing or anything, we’ll just be able to hang out with Harry. It’s going to be cool. I am really looking forward to it.
Happy birthday, Harry!
Today is also my nephew Brian’s birthday. I don’t know when we’re going to get to see him again. Covid, right? I am so sick of it, but at least I got to text with him a little today. He has a flip phone. I assume he’s home from school because of the weather but it was nice to hear from him.
Happy birthday, Brian!
We did a little pre-birthday birthday dinner for Harry before he left. Maybe we’ll do another one after he gets back because why not? It’s a birthday, right? Celebrate all you want!
I just read that today is Phill Collins’ 71st birthday. Happy birthday, Bill.
Let’s watch him play lead tambourine with Genesis.
I haven’t actually watched this video today. Here’s hoping it’s what I think it is. Wheeeeee!!!
First we birthday (a month early, because college).
Then we Boba Fett.
I failed to play the guitar last night, but I did come up with some kind of running order for Quarantine Tunes Volume 4. I can sense your bliss.
I have one song for May that is close to being finished. There are a few more that I might be able to get done by the end of next week. I also have a potential batch of songs for a fifth round of re-recording, but I am seriously at the bottom of the barrel. So far I have tweaked a song lyric here or there, and one song had the lyrics rewritten. I think I’m going to have to do that a few more times. Of the 10 songs on the new list, three are actually written about the RPM Challenge. That’s no good. I see some new lyrics in my future.
Plans for the next few days include:
Not a bad weekend.
My wife got me a birthday present yesterday. Something so far above and beyond the call of duty that I was literally speechless.
It’s a brand spanking new Gibson Les Paul Standard 50’s (tobacco burst). The one with the big chunky neck that after one day I already love more than words can express.
I spent about an hour and a half to two hours just noodling and then recording some parts. My finger tips are killing me, and they are pitch black from the lacquer rubbing off. It’s so friggin’ cool I can’t get over it. What a kick ass birthday present. I had no idea. None. Zero. I am shocked and awed and very thankful.
What a way to kick off my 50’s! Let’s get the band together so I can show it off! Awesome!
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