Closet Extremist

A Doublety of Trinities

Well friends and neighbors. A few intrepid souls out there indulged me with a few Birthday well wishes, and I thought they needed a little recognition. So here they come in order of appearance:

I rolled out of bed yesterday, about half hung over, staggered throught he morning ablutions, and headed on to work. I arrive at the "Mega-Lo-Mart", and proceed to the back room to clock in. Badge swiped succesfully. Look at the little LED screen, and it proudly stated "Happy Birthday" in it's one of a kind green and black way. An auspicious beginning.

The next up is: My Mom! You can always count on "Momma" to come through on your Birthday. I'm sure that it has something to do with all the morningsicknessbloatingmoodswingscryingjagsbackachesgainingthirtypoundstwelvehoursoflaborohhe'sbeautiful thing, but I could be wrong.

An assistant Manager at work. Nice guy and he meant well, but I had a sort of "eh" reaction.

My Dad, when I showed up out at the Marina after work. Don't give him any shit though, he works for a living too, and he's the guy who taught me that you don't compromise your job for anything. Even if it's something you care about. You can care on your own time. When you're at work, you work, and when you're not, you can do whatever you want. He also taught me that you can do your job, and enjoy yourself at the same time. Having fun while being productive? Who'da thunk it?

My sister 'Chelle, whose tale I told of in yesterday's post. Nothing else needs to be said there, I think. Wait there's something else to tell here. My Brother in Law told me today that since "Chelle was hogging the phone, he didn't get to say the "two magic words" when she called me. I think that counts.

Next up are the great folks out there in the 'sphere. It's not thier fault that they came in late, because I'm the one who didn't mention it until 11:58 PM on the 25th. Doesn't matter though, it's the goddamn thought that counts.

Blog Big 'Sis Teresa found a few minutes in her busy weekend to say a nice word. Remind me when your Birthday is dear, and I'll knit you a sweater for July.

Then there was Susie. Hey darlin'. I just want you to know that you can be my boss anytime.

Along came the Intrepid Blog-Pappy. Even though he messed up the proper birthdate, (it's the 25th by the way) I still think it was great of him to double-link me on my "special day". He seems impressed with my art, so I'll show off some of his. Made me feel all warm and fuzzy, in a sort of homicidal kind of way.

Finally (so far) there's my pool-buddy Eric. (Whose lovely wife share's the same DOB as your's truly...as he's come to regret.) Gave me a wonderful present, although he didn't know it at the time. The tale was bittersweet, as it made me feel like a pussy for not "reupping", but also made me so proud of the folks who I grew up around. (Sorry that the people supporting my old County were blocking the people from your's.)

This all goes to show what a great bunch of people I have in my life (online and off) that help me get through each day. I'd hug all your necks if I could, but there's too many fellers (who would get a firm handshake), and the Lay-dies (ie: those not directly related to me) can get the "special hug" if they so desire. ;^)

PS. Harvey. The title to this post should be taken as a clue to my current age.

Posted by Johnny - Oh at June 26, 2004 10:32 PM