Live birthday blogging from Mom & Dad's

S and I brought the old camper out to my Mom & Dad's last evening for a night of camping and S'mores. (And wine - of which I was the only one who partook). Mom sat out with us until almost 11. Dad came out and stayed until 11:30 or so. We had a great time.

So here I sit at my parent's house, on my 37th birthday, after a morning of church rummage sales, yard sales, and a fantastic brunch. My mom is sitting across the table from me, muttering to herself about her crazy computer not liking it when she puts a black ten on a black jack. Every once in a while, she tosses in a well isn't that a bummer and proceeds to tell me what she has that should play but can't because, basically, the computer won't let her cheat.

My dad is firmly ensconced in his Laz-Z-Boy knock-off, watching the TV. He's muttering about how U of M coaching hasn't been the same since Bo retired and how the whole football program is going to hell in a hand-basket. Especially since they're currently losing to Indiana (Go Hoosiers! I tend to root for whoever is playing Michigan. U of M fans drive me frakin' nuts.) He's also talking to his dog. Maybe he's telling the dog about U of M football. Either way, he's covered from toes to chin in his maroon fuzzy blanket. I wish I had a camera.

About an hour ago, mom beat me three games in a row in Rummikub. I'm going to demand my re-match now.

I'm having a great birthday.

Weekend update

Oh people. The busy has set in over here. I start my part-time job this evening then have to zip home and study for a test tomorrow. Also, can't forget to clean my house! I've got someone dropping off a dog for a week-long dog-sitting job at 7:45 in the morning. AND have to prepare for out-of-town guests who are arriving on Friday.

So I don't know when I'm going to get to sew again. At this point? Maybe never. GAH!

Anyway, thank you all very much for the happy birthday comments.

It was a very good weekend indeed.

Friday evening, S took me to a nice dinner, then we went to my folks' house for cake and ice cream. He got me an awesome little shoulder bag (purple leather - LOVE it!) and tickets to the Purple Rose Theater to see a play called Panhandle Slim and the Oklahoma Kid. Talk about an intimate theater! It seats around 200 folks - probably less. The play was written by Jeff Daniels (PRTC founder) and I really enjoyed it.

But now I have to dash because I have to be at my other job in 40 mintues! EEK!

It's My Birthday too!

#36.

It'll be a low-key celebration, just the way I like it - dinner with S, then cake at my folks' after.




You say it's your birthday
It's my birthday too--yeah
They say it's your birthday
We're gonna have a good time
I'm glad it's your birthday
Happy birthday to you.

Yes we're going to a party party
Yes we're going to a party party
Yes we're going to a party party.

I would like you to dance--Birthday
Take a cha-cha-cha-chance-Birthday
I would like you to dance--Birthday
Dance

You say it's your birthday
Well it's my birthday too--yeah
You say it's your birthday
We're gonna have a good time
I'm glad it's your birthday
Happy birthday to you.