I tell you, we live the wild life here at Chez Moogie. You seriously NEED to be here on one of our birthdays.
The birthday in question was mine. Yesterday. I'm 29 (+14) or 39 (+4), you do the math. I save the gold plated cane for special occasions, in case you are wondering.
Yesterday was kind of a quiet birthday. No less than awesome, just quiet. I will tell you that this male chauvinistic commie pig would not let me open ONE.SINGLE.PRESENT, not to mention a card yesterday. I'm having a birthday party tonight. One of my neighbors is throwing it. How cool is that? We do that here. Good stuff.
But back to the not opening presents? He said since I'm having my party tonight, I couldn't open anything until then. Folks, just how cruel is that? But that's not the point of this post.
I do have one, in case you are wondering. Despite the fact that I married a heartless bum, I still had a wonderful evening. Why? Because my kids (and others) came through.
See the extended entry for the reason why.
The birthday cookie. The girls were over at my girlfriends last night, secretly making this culinary triumph for me. They loved me so much they couldn't wait for it to cool off, so they put a candle in it. And you can see the result of that. The conclusion? That was the best darn peanut butter cookie cake I HAVE EVER EATEN! The bummer? I had to share.
When I got home from work, Meelie No and Master S. (her buddy) were sequestered in her bedroom. I was informed that, under no circumstances, was I allowed to enter. And anyone, who is anyone and knows me, knows that I NEVER break the rules around here.
Personally, I believe that I have some budding artists in the making. Here's why.
This was a birthday card, made by none other than my youngest, Meelie No. I'm not entirely positive, but I think Braday, is the same thing as birthday, but celebrated in some obscure country. Pretty smart of her to know that isn't it?
As if one braday card wasn't enough? She felt the need to make me a briday card. Is my daughter cool or what? And the figure with the yellow hair? That's me. I look kind of pretty, don't you think?
Now this card was drawn by none other than Master S, one of Meelie No's buddies, and the man I will marry once he reaches a legal age. He's a genius. Pure genius. The use of colors? It leaves me speechless. He makes you work for it people. Can you not tell what it is? No? Well, neither could I, so I asked for help.
I am on a bouncy slide, holding my birthday cookie, wearing a birthday hat. Oh, and at the bottom of the slide? There are alligators waiting to EAT.MY.PEANUT.BUTTER.COOKIE.CAKE.
I could totally see it after he described it. Couldn't you?
Comments
Happy birthday Moog ;-)
Posted by: Ruth at August 26, 2005 10:27 PM
I have an attic full of just- as -beautiful cards, paintings, poetry, cardboard furniture, handmade costumes, sculpture the list goes on, and I wouldn't trade any of it. (My child's 18)
Happy, Happy 30th Birthday, as we say (over and over) in our family.
And many more!
Posted by: julie at August 27, 2005 01:02 AM
Happy Birthday!
Posted by: Omnibus Driver at August 27, 2005 09:28 AM
Happy Birthday :) 21 Again eh..
Posted by: Gopher at August 27, 2005 11:10 AM
A belated but still heart-felt Happy Braday to you!!! ;)
-G
Posted by: Garrison Steelle at August 28, 2005 11:49 AM
Happy Birthday Moogie! Those cards are simply too adorable :-)
Posted by: Heather at August 28, 2005 05:26 PM
Happy birthday! Ummm you had to what??? Share??? Sorry, that word is NOT in my vocabluary - especially when it comes to birthday cookie/cake.
Posted by: debby at August 28, 2005 06:51 PM
Happy birthday and I'm sorry I missed it....damn....Glad you enjoyed it and birthday cards like that are such treasures as well as anything else they connive to make for Mom...
Posted by: Zoots Mom at August 28, 2005 07:34 PM
Sorry I'm late, Happy Birthday. Those cards are so precious. Now that my kids are all adults, I pull out cards like that on my birthday and cry my eyes out.
Posted by: livey at August 30, 2005 10:26 PM