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In which you humor me as I bore you for my birthday.

Posted on 2017.02.05 at 22:46
Let's play "Let's Document My Birthday!"

This milk will expire on my birthday.

My birthday present to myself was supposedly going to arrive on my birthday.

All the kindergartners were given a heart on red construction paper. They were supposed to make a collage of 100 items, glue it on the heart, and turn it in, on my birthday.

Don't even try to go down this street on my birthday.

If you want to propose a book, you should have done it by this past Friday.

This wind ensemble toured on my birthday.

My phone knew it was coming up.

Pokey's teacher reminded us again about the Heart Collage with 100 items being due. DON'T FORGET!!

This recommendation for my student was due on my birthday. You get a lot of deadlines on a Friday birthday.

Good morning! Our alarm clock knows what's up.

My calendar knows what day it is.

My phone got the memo.

Someone sent me this dippy thing on my birthday.

This bathroom was due for a clean on my birthday.

THAT'S A WRAP! We'll play again next year!


So, did Pokey complete his Heart Collage with 100 items, to celebrate the 100th day of school? I'll tell you.

On Thursday morning, Pokey ran to me and urgently said, "Hawaii is throwing up!!"

I dashed to the back of the house. On the carpet, no less!

They totally got me - it's torn up pieces of paper. They made a barf bag to go along with it.

What about Pokey's heart collage? With the 100 pieces?


100 pieces of paper barf.
Remember how I've been complaining about my neck/shoulder for the past 1 1/2 years? Or did you tune me out? I finally went to a doctor and got prescribed PT. I've been doing my stretches and strengthening moves - Ys and Ts, Door Angels, Punches and Rows - and it's been sort of helpful.

This week, I complained to the therapist that while everything is slightly better, I just can't get my trap muscles to relax. He asked if I'd like to try Dry Needling. I was like, "SURE! What is it?"

It's basically acupuncture, where you can feel it. My memory is that I couldn't really feel the acupuncture I got once, years ago. Here, apparently, the goal is to get the muscle to quiver. It felt like hundreds of little electric zings spreading throughout the muscle, so I suppose I quivered.

Afterwards, my trap muscles were super fucking sore. BUT - I think it worked. My muscles are still soft and relaxed. It's amazing.


On my birthday:
1. the coach didn't show up at my exercise class, and we made up a lame parking lot exercise class.
2. the colleague who always brings a cake for department birthdays forgot to bring one.
3. I left my purse at work, at the end of the day.
4. my present to myself didn't arrive in the mail.

I didn't actually care about any of that stuff besides my purse, which a generous colleague brought home to me. The rest just made an entertaining litany of woe.

Hawaii made me a card:

with a little pop-out square. On the back:

This is not the first time Hawaii has given me money for my birthday. It's so freaking sweet of her - she is genuinely trying to give me something I'd like to have - and she absolutely will not take the money back.

Ace made me a card:

Ace also asked me, "Do you know how to make montanas?"
I said no.
She said, "You hold up your number one finger like this," and pointed her index fingers, "and then hold them up to your head like this," up from her temples. "Now you have montanas!" (She means antennas, the cutie.)

Pokey did not me anything but I bet he'd give me the barf heart if I asked.

Rascal also didn't make me anything, but here's an adorable picture of him with dinosaur hair.

Jammies suprised me with a stand up paddleboard! I was seriously not expecting that. I'm sort of worried I'll never use it and be a bad recipient, but I hope not.  When I used one in Montana, I found it meditative and wonderful.


And then! My birthday ritual. We started at a grimy local flea market.

A fetching pearl snap shirt.

Discard the chain, keep the stone.

A summer purse.

This little water color reminded me of these cats:

which I like.

Ugh, I want to do the pretentious reverse-snobbery thing where I tell you how little I paid for them. Actually, my friend bought them for me. But they were only $15.

This little brass Apatosaurus.

These very heavy bookends.

Not that little pig, although I thought he was very cute.

Speaking of cute.

These little camera bots just make me smile so hard.

I just love them.

A large green spoon for hanging on your wall, and keeping your smaller green spoons in. There was an even bigger green spoon - maybe two feet in length - which I did not buy.

After that, we left the flea market and headed to a rural antiques maze of connected trailers.

OH MY. That is a sign. I did not buy this.

Cuppa homoeroticism, anyone? I did not buy these, either.

I might go back for this poster. A remarkable bird, indeed.

This poor entrapped little holographic plush koala. Nope.

Goodness no.

This was a folded four panel room divider, and I would have bought it in a heartbeat if I had any use for such a beautiful thing.

These metal roosters are the only thing I did buy at the antiques maze. I've been lusting after them for years.  Old Apatosaurus just walked right up and smooched the senior of the two roosters.

He also wasn't sure if he could ride this train or not. Fraid not, son.

What a haul!  What a lovely birthday.


Lastly. Every year my Intro to Proof-writing students read Fermat's Enigma. It's a nice survey of Western mathematics. We're about 100 pages into it.

One of my students told me how much she liked the opening quote, and then said, "I got this on Saturday":

Ho-lee-shit.  I do think it is amazing. I'm not sure I've ever had that kind of impact on a student before.


(Anonymous) at 2017-02-06 19:10 (UTC) (Link)

Goodness yes!

I love the Goodness No pig! Except... it would probably be like that anime scroll I have with the nudity on it where I love it (it's symbolic!) but it's weird to actually have hanging in the house. (I keep another one nearby that I swap it out for when we have company.)

I dig the pearl snap shirt.

heebie_geebie at 2017-02-13 04:49 (UTC) (Link)

Re: Goodness yes!

You know, I can totally tell you where to find that wild crazy pig. It's all yours. It does see a tad aggressive for company, but maybe with some Mardi Gras beads and sunglasses for homogeneity's sake?
(Anonymous) at 2017-02-14 04:23 (UTC) (Link)

Re: Goodness yes!

My wife is a Louisiana native, so I might be able to get away with it if there are Mardi Gras beads involved.

In all seriousness, that pig actually inspired me to do something. When I was young I wrote a series of (unpublished) novels. They were not sequential, but were interconnected (minor character from Novel A is a main character in B, the narrator of B is a minor character that gets the plot rolling in C, etc). The one thing they all had in common was that at least one scene took place in a particular fictitious bar. The idea of zany stuff on the wall inspired me to get a customized neon sign with the fictitious bar's name on it for the basement. Should arrive in a couple of weeks. ~trumwill
Kelly Jennings
Kelly Jennings at 2017-02-07 00:01 (UTC) (Link)

Your great kids

I love it that Hawaii gives you money for your birthday. That is so sweet. As is the card from Ace!

heebie_geebie at 2017-02-13 04:51 (UTC) (Link)

Re: Your great kids

It really is. She genuinely doesn't believe, on a certain level, that I want homemade arts and crafts. I mean, it does sound like a line that parents feed their kids, and it is, but, I mean.
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