My birthday was swell, now for a SWIRL..

The birthday with a zero in it came and went.  A good time was had by all.  Plenty of food and a few yummy margaritas were consumed.

Crazy things happen on or near my birthday.  In the past, my favorite aunt died and four years later my grandmother died. In 2000, a tornado hit downtown Fort Worth, sending debris through my workplace's windows and surprised co-workers into the stairwells. In recent years, we had a damaging hailstorm which was the last straw for our roof.   Last year, my cousin was electrocuted helping a friend trim trees.   :( This year, an older neighbor died and a few days later, 14 tornadoes whirled through the D/FW area, doing what tornadoes do - wrecking homes and throwing trailers about. 

One local woman told a story worthy of Dorothy and Toto.  The tornado picked up her mobile home and tossed it around like a paper sack in the wind. She held her little doggie the whole time.  Her trailer landed belly up but she and the pup walked out of there!  Wowie.  My pants would have been brown.

That same tornado touched down again about 2 miles from my mom's house.  Fortunately, Mom didn't have any damage and she didn't even get to see the blasted spinning circle of hell.  A friend from high school who lives near the area of that same tornado claims he saw a flying cow.  Twice.  Haha.  I think he was stretching the truth just a bit there.  Maybe...

We weren't close to any of the tornadoes (this time) and were fortunate to get heavy rain instead of damaging hail. 

I met some friends for Happy Hour last week and I scored a bottle of wine, a nice pot (no, not THAT kind), a cute little lunch bag, and one of these:

Yeah, you're not a true Texan unless you have one of these.  No, not the silly spotted cat with the bobtail but the redneck margarita glass.  Hee Hee.

Now Easter is upon us, a time of rebirth and renewal.  It's raining here but the temperature is perfect.  I hope everyone has a great day and a wonderful week!

Red Velvet, Red Velvet, Let Reffie Get Older

My blog looks a bit lonely.  Oreo Cat is not being cooperative.  He's tired of writing.  He would rather eat, sleep, poop, and play with his favorite toys.  I think he fully understands how to be a cat.

I have a birthday coming up.  It has a zero in it so maybe I should do something special.  

Evil Twin is telling me that she has bribed the aliens to stay away on my special day but she is having some kind of problem with the robots.  I told her there are no robots to worry about. She just gave me that "you're an idiot" look.  She just watched the movie, I, Robot, and she is very impressionable.  I watched it, too.  DANG that Will Smith in his underwear!  He sizzles.

I don't know what I want to do to celebrate except that I want to make these RED VELVET COOKIES!  Hubby told me I could make them right now.  Why wait?

No, there will not be any left for any of you.

Sorry.

Not really.

Oh, BTW, I wrote a little story using five sentences with five words each.  I stole this idea from the Saturday Centus group.

 

The TV blares boring ads.

Why do we pay attention?

They numb us, closing minds.

Easy Zombie fodder, we are.

Fascinating, right?

"Evil Twin, quit snorting.  It's rude."

Spring has come early around here.  Bluebonnets are in full bloom and the irises are opening.  There are weeds everywhere.  I need your help pulling them.

 It's a bit wild right now but I don't want to mow the bluebonnets!

Oreo Cat surveys his wishful outside kingdom from the window.

If I see you out there pulling weeds, I'll save a cookie for you.

"Evil Twin!  Put that cookie down!"

You Can Still Sing, Even With a Froggy Throat!

I hope you had a great weekend.  It's spring and we've had decent weather so I'm sure some of you may need to go back to work to get some rest.

I opened one of my wildlife publications recently and this riveting gribbiting little fellow greeted me:

 A little bird told me that a certain geek has a birthday soon.  

Then I ate it.  Gribbit.  Burp.

Yes, indeedy, this geek is celebrating another birthday.  *It's tomorrow and my age will be x'30'. Unlike last year, I'm hoping that I don't get a hail storm as my gift!

Yesterday (Sunday) was the 10th anniversary of the tornado that hit downtown Fort Worth.  It was quite an event.  There were a few deaths and a lot of damage.  Seeing the streets of downtown decorated with shreds of glass was not my idea of entertainment.  I wrote a post about it last year.  If anything, take the time to click on this link just to see the photo.  It shows the building I worked in at the time.

For my birthday this year, Hubby dressed up in my clothes:

Just kidding.  He needed a kilt for an online contest!    I told him that it takes a real man to wear a kilt.

Let's end today's post with a song:

Happy Birthday to Me

Happy Birthday Silly Geek

Happy Birthday, Happy Earth Day

Happy Birthday to Me.

*My age in hexadecimal notation.  Yeah, I'm a dorky geek.  I'll be 48.

What? Another one?

So that was that. Another birthday.

Sigh.

The alternative is not so great....

I've scheduled this post and I'm assuming I woke up this morning and the world didn't end during the night. Any day that I wake-up is a great day and I get another chance......at being funny of course! If the world ended during the night, none of us would giving a flying flip about this post now would we?


Someone asked me if it was a milestone birthday. I wanted to snarkily respond "Yes. I'm thirty you Doofus" or "so what milestone did you have in mind?" but I took a breath and told him "No milestone. I'm leaning on the back end of the same decade you're in, Buddy!"

I know. That's all I could come up with at the moment.

Some people do not engage brain before mouth.

Another guy in the gym calls me "Old Timer". I'm sure it's because I've been around this gym forever not because I'm old.

Yeah. I'm a little naive sometimes.

He wanted to know my age to determine if he needed to add "Old" to my nickname. I told him that I was still younger than him so to shut the eff up.

Just kidding. I didn't really say it quite that way.

Come closer and I'll tell you how old I am.

Closer.

Just a wee bit closer.

OK.

2F

That's right. Only a geek would report her age in Hexadecimal. My real age is somewhere within this post. Twice.

Mom got me a small cake with balloons on it. She still thinks I'm just a young'n.

My SIL made me some soaps. They are well made so they won't be appearing on Julia D's Homemade Hilarity blog!

Look at those silly kitties plotting the demise of my new soap.
Aren't you convinced that cats are 47 evil?

My friend gave me a candle and shared her lunch with me. YUM! That candle was very tasty!

Hubby got me a cool book. I'm very excited because I just realized that I can still read something that is not on a computer screen!

As for celebrations, I had to work last night so tonight we will do a dinner out with some friends and share a bottle of wine. Sorry guys, no dancing nekid on the table this time (I don't want to break my hip you know) and if you have the pictures from last time, SHAME ON YOU! I paid you off. Now destroy the negatives already!

I also want to thank Tracy at Rambling Thoughts of the Never Ending Mind for giving me an early birthday prezzie last week. She must know how much I like lemons.


Now if I can just get it open and get those lemons out and get some of you started squeezing them, I'll be in good shape to make my next batch of lemon cookies. As for passing it on, if you want it, it's yours. Just send me a sample of what you made with the lemons.


Speaking of lemons, WTF is this?



Is it a tutu that vomited a tutu and then vomited yet another one?

I'll leave you with a little song (just in case you have not figured out the age thing yet):

100 bottles of beer on the wall, 100 bottles of beer.
Take one down, pass it around, 99 bottles of beer on the wall.

99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer.
Take one down, pass it around, 98 bottles of beer on the wall.
.......
47 bottles of beer on the wall, 47 bottles of beer.
Take one down, pass it around, 46 bottles of beer on the wall.
.......

Yeah. That's right. I'm going backwards. I'll be 46 next year.

Photo credits: Lemon monstrosity: The fashionpolice.net, Soaps: ReformingGeek