That's right on this day 34 years ago my mom was giving birth to a 10+lb baby boy named Scott. Its crazy that such a fat ass baby grew up to be a skinny ass dirtbag. Life is full of Y's in the road. Go this way, one thing happens, go that way you get run over by a Mack Truck.
About 4 years ago BDays pretty much stopped having much meaning & excitement for me. Growing up BDays are great unless your born in Dec. You can pretty much can count on snow canceling your BDay party. I was lucky enough in 1980 for it not to snow so I could have a party. Guess what? Some wacko walked up & shot John Lennon dead. Put a real damper on the night once my mom found out & started crying.
But growing up you can't wait to get older. You want to be 13 to be a teenager. You want to be 16 so you can drive. You want to be 18 so you can vote(really buy porn). 21 so you can drink legally(or drink so much you pass out & wake up 3 hrs away from where you started, wow was that a BDAY!). At 25 BDays take on new meaning. Now your getting old. 25 means your a 1/4 century. 30 well its just another decade. This year I starting racing again so thanks to the USCF I've been referring to myself as 34 all year so its grown on me already. But now I get to race as a 35 year old. I'm finally a MASTER!
Happy Birthday and I don't think you are that big of a dirtbag. No final plans on tomorrow night, wife may be going out of town.
ReplyDeleteLets see your 9th birthday party was at the Pizza Hutt 18 miles away. I transported you and your 9 friends in our old van. If I remember rightly and I DO! you all had a bloody farting contest all the way there. I thought I was going to die before I got you all out of that van. Either from the obnoxious gases or from trying to hold my breath. If that wasn't bad enough we got inside the Pizza Hutt to find it packed with many of my business friends. Oh joy now all 10 of you decided to have a straw fight with peppercorns. I was never so glad to get you all home so I could put my feet up and sit down with a scotch and ginger. Well surprise, surprise I sat down to enjoy my WELL DESERVED drink, peace and quiet and watch the tonight show only to be told John Lennon had been shot. NOW that finished a perfect night.
ReplyDeleteYes December birthdays suck but at least you get to have that very "special" fruit cake.
Hope your day was brighter than you portray. I loves ya.. Mum
Happy Birthday you old Dirtbag!
ReplyDeleteI will have a cold one for you Saturday night. And by the way...call your Mother to tell her thanks for putting up with your nasty gasses and that you love her!
Adios
Steve I
Yes my mom is a real peach. Those of you who know her know that she's really shy &she goes out of her way to never embarress me;> I'm guessing this is were my ability to make so much fun of myself comes from.
ReplyDeleteI'll be the one sat wearing the got beer? shirt. If you do hand them over.
If you aren't to busy this evening myself, my wife and Gunga are heading down to the Patton Alley pub for a few drinks and we'd love to buy you a birthfay pint...CMac
ReplyDeleteShoot me a time & I'll be there. 818-0045. Will be asleep till afternoon but leave message.
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