Because Lila asked, I figured I should write something about them. Ok, specifically, she asked; "so how does it feel to be another year older?" And the answer is great. I love being another year older. I actually mean that; I'm not being sarcastic. Another year older means another year survived to have new adventures and hopefully write the same thing again next year at this time.
Earlier this week I turned 38. Numerically, the last two years were cooler- 36 was a perfect square and 37 was a prime. But this year has its own nifty mathmatical quotient. I was nineteen when I started dating Tony. After much internal debate about exact dates vs. relative, I have decided I can now say I've spent half my life with him. (The actual date pushes the halfway mark a while away, but heck- I'm the one who always quibbles about math so STFU already.;) It's the better half, to be sure.
And as for getting older? I'm fine with it. I am always weirded out by people who hate their birthday- they may claim it's because they hate the idea of getting old but I think it's more that they hate their life the way it is. I love my birthday. The whole thing reminds me of the week after I had the accident last year when Carolyn kept checking on me to make sure I was mentally okay with it. (Thanks, BTW.) I wasn't thrilled about the repercussions, but for the most part I spent that week on a bit of an adrenalin rush, limping around and throwing the finger toward the heavens for not getting me yet. It was actually kind of fun, all things considered. Getting older is the same thing, only with fewer ace bandages and hockey tape. (At least, not yet.) It may be inconvenient, but it's still a darn sight nicer than any other alternatives. I don't want to die and I don't want to hide the fact I've survived a few years behind makeup or mumus. I did it. I made it to 38. It was at least as easy as hitting 19. With any luck, 76 will go just as smoothly.
Many thanks to Paul Simon for appearing to agree with me:
The first time I heard "Peggy Sue"
I was 12 years old
Russians up in rocket ships
And the war was cold
Now many wars have come and gone
Genocide still goes on
Buddy Holly still goes on
But his catalog was sold
First time I smoked
Guess what - paranoid
First time I heard "satisfaction"
I was young and unemployed
Down the decades every year
Summer leaves and my birthday’s here
And all my friends stand up and cheer
And say man you’re old
Getting old
Old
Getting old
We celebrate the birth of Jesus on Christmas Day
And Buddah found Nirvana along the Lotus Way
About 1,500 years ago the messenger Mohammed spoke
And his wisdome like a river flowed
Through hills of gold
Wisdom is old
The Koran is old
The Bible’s
Greatest story ever told
Disagreements?
Work ’em out
The human race walked the Earth for 2.7 million
And we estimate the universe at 13-14 billion
When all these numbers tumble into your imagination
Consider that the lord was there beefore creation
God is old
We’re not old
God is old
He made the mold
Take your clothes off
Adam and Eve
Bloggy thing no responding to Lila. Lila ask you to respond to her. Boo on Bloggy thing!
For the last 25 years, your job has been to test drive every age. If it stinks, I stay the same age until we find a better one.
Posted by: Lila | June 28, 2007 at 07:16 PM
In best Rhys-Davies impersonation:
Birthdays. Very dangerous...
You go first.
Posted by: Stephanie | June 28, 2007 at 09:05 PM
Toby will take any birthdays anyone does not want. He believes whole-heartedly in cake and presents.
I made commie cupcakes for the 4th of July party I am attending today.
Is that wrong?
Posted by: Lila | July 04, 2007 at 08:26 AM
OMFG, what a great idea! No, according to McCarthy, Communists were everywhere in America. Therefore it stands to reason it's a very American way to celebrate...
What did you do? Pink frosting? Hammer and Sickle? Coffee flavor? Vodka in the mix?
Posted by: Stephanie | July 04, 2007 at 12:26 PM
Gee, if yer talkin' Vodka then I hope it's Absolut because all else lacks in comparison. By the way, ladies, you both may have an interest in this new DVD called THE FILM CREW: HOLLYWOOD AFTER DARK which comes out this Tuesday. Here's the Amazon description...
"Amazon.com
MiSTies rejoice! Three of the brilliantly cracked minds behind the Peabody Award-winning comedy program Mystery Science Theater 3000 have reunited for The Film Crew, a DVD-only series that provides a similar skewering to some uproariously bad B-movies. Mike Nelson, Kevin Murphy (the voice of MST3K's Tom Servo) and Bill Corbett (who replaced Trace Beaulieu as Crow T. Robot) are the Film Crew--three affable guys who've been hired by a jovial yet clueless billionaire to provide "commentary" for atrocious films. Of course, the Crew's "commentary" is more cutting than informative, and for the most part, the guys' jabs are as smart and pop culture-savvy as the ones on MST3K, and it certainly helps that their target, a miserable 1968 slice of sexploitation starring a youthful Rue (The Golden Girls) McClanahan, is nothing short of atrocious. Parents should probably note that the gags are a little more "adult" than the ones on MST3K, but for the most part, this is harmless-- if hilarious--stuff. The disc's sole extra is an amusing poem by Corbett which extolls the virtues of lunch in verse. --Paul Gaita
Product Description
Mike Nelson, Kevin Murphy, and Bill Corbett—three of the brilliantly insane minds behind the cult classic TV show Mystery Science Theater 3000—finally reunite to unleash their warped sense of humor on the cinema of yesteryear as The Film Crew. Charged with the task of giving all movies their own commentary tracks, the Film Crew valiantly steps forward to tackle the best of the worst, starting with Hollywood After Dark.Rue McClanahan (Golden Girls) stars in this drama from 1968 as a young actress attempting to make her Hollywood debut, who falls into the seedy underworld of stripping when she’s exploited by her unsavory producers."
Posted by: Kimiakane | July 08, 2007 at 10:05 AM
I made chocolate cupcakes. (That was the house vote.) Then I frosted them with white buttercream. With a stencil of the hammer and sickle, I put red sparkle sprinkles on them. Yes, I made the stencil. Yes, that is insane but that's what the day needed!
Margarita cupcakes just might be next. I made chai flavored ones. Yum!
Posted by: Lila | July 08, 2007 at 11:16 AM
I don't want to die and I don't want to hide the fact I've survived a few years behind makeup or mumus.
Damn you, Steph. I was sending you a mumu...
"I don't want to die, but if I do, please bury me in a mumu."
Too bad I can't hack your blog.
Posted by: Lila | July 12, 2007 at 07:41 PM