My sister’s birthday. Birth so nice, I blogged about it twice.

You know what’s really fun? Googling my sister.

G’head. I’ll wait.

You back? Riiight? Really cool.

The website. The published author/James Bond expert thing. The special guest panelist at fancy university symposia (but really Deb? Is that how you spell licence?) The published author/wicca expert thing. The half a Mad Man blog thing. The blog where she talks about politics and feminism and movie trivia and well, her son and her cats. Oh, did I mention the whole single mom thing? She talks to my nephew like, every single day. Same kid, every day.

She owns her own home. She deals with our whole family. She cooks things. She’s all active in the pagan community. She dates (ha! don’t we all.) She pitches tents.

She’s in fucking Wikipedia!!!

So let’s all give her a veritable basket of kisses (’cause that’s where it’s cross-posted).

Younger than the sun

All my watches are losing time.

(Or is it gaining time? whatever… they’re going slow.)

Back in January, right after I got hired (thus ending a seven-month period of unemployment and a piling up of low-priority cash-restricted errands) I took a bunch of my watches to a watch guy in Grand Central Station for new batteries.

Just recently, (like, over the last week and a half) one by one, they’ve been slowing down. Fortunately I haven’t missed a bus because of it, but it has happened now three times with three watches.

Weird.

It’s like… time is changing.

Or maybe I’m changing time. I wonder if it’s something happening in my body. Ooh! Could it be the iron pills? Interesting…

Speaking of time. Yesterday was my birthday.

my birthday post

is coming tomorrow or Sunday. Today, April 25th, is the actual anniversary of my birth.

But I’m really tired, so I’ll get back to you.

Nothing to say; it’s still okay

I did it last year too.

Today was my half birthday. 42 1/2 years old. Halfway to 85.

I feel okay. Not sad like I was one year ago today. Still want the same things, still no closer to having them… well, I suppose I am one year closer to having them. Huhnh! Weird.

This year I began writing odes to people on their birthdays. It is not my birthday, and I am not writing myself an ode. Instead, I shall share some poetry.

An Ode to Brad on his Birthday

An Ode to Brad on his Birthday
When I first saw Brad he sang Mr. Cellophane
“I live with my grandma” he would often explain
He and his Mimar watch documentaries
And Brad is quite fond of quite a few Siclaris
With his BCP Minutes, he does the job great
He won’t allow Rupert to bully his Top 8
Brad and I posed as if heading to our prom
And he wrote my best role, of Lynette “Squeaky” Fromme
He no longer uses glasses as his crutch
Brad, you are the dearest, and I love you so much!

it’s very Brel

It’s Deborah’s birthday today.

On May 1st, Lily of the Valley flowers are sold on the streets of France & Belgium as part of the May Day celebration. Friends & family give each other Lily of the Valley flowers as they are believed to bring good luck throughout the year.

Deb, have a virtual bouquet, and lots of non-virtual good luck. Happy birthday.

Friday FlowerBlogging

I greet my boss, Dave, each morning, with a borderline sarcastic Good Morning, Sunshine.

And also I had him read this blog, all about me and sunshininess.

So this, left for me on my desk on my birthday, was especially sweet.

And pretty! It’s been here since Wednesday, and it still looks… almost fake, it is so perfect. My camera phone does not do it justice.

(Thanks again.)

(Oh look! Snoopy is on his bike, in the corner. )

so make mine a double

My sister wrote me a birthday-non-ode!!!

(I am 21. Twice.)

The Ode Less Taken

Happy birthday, Albert. I meant to post this for you by midnight last night.

I had intended, as you know, to write you an ode.

I think I need to cut the ode thing short. I did the one for Joe, and that was delightful, and then I started doing odes, and suddenly it became pressure.

And as you know, I have been taking notes for quite awhile for the sole the purpose of creating your ode. Gathering memories. Mostly of in-jokes. You and I have laughed together more than some people ever get to laugh. Some bad moments that became hilarious after the fact. A few just plain awful moments.

An Ode to Neilochka on his Birthday

Neil is a blogger who invites us to play
Most of us (not me much) read Neil every day

When Neil asked me to, I shared with him my bed
In response, I have wondered what his penis said

To Emily Dickinson, Neil became a fixation
Her constant IM’ing nearly wrecked his vacation

For a hip Rosh Hoshanna, Neil attended a gay synagogue
But Sophia’s new year’s adventure kind of trumped Neilochka’s blog

‘Cross the country, he danced their first wedding dance for Sophia
He wants all guys to whip out their stuff at Ikea

His Christmahanukwanzaakah concert had a brief intermission
Avoid cheap Torrance sushi, due to the unsanitary condition

We’ve tried very hard to keep this carnival a hush
Because truthfully we’re competing to be his blog crush

Though Neilochka never did learn to work a brassiere
We pay tribute as he leads us to Be of Good Cheer.

(See the Carnival of Neilochka here.)