July 08, 2009

Greatest thing about no longer blogging?

I no longer feel compelled to post that I'm about to have a birthday. I mean, after a while, what else can you say about getting another year older that hasn't already been said, right?


So I'm freed from having to think up wise stuff to say, or worrying about what sort of wonderful, expensive gifts I'm going to get from everyone, and I can just go on about my day tomorrow as if it's any other day.

Thank goodness!

Oh, and I don't have to think of any clever rejoinders for people when they point out they have underwear older than me, or, for younger readers, that I'm old enough to be their grandpa's Victrola repairman. That's a relief, y'know, being that I've been out of cleverness AND rejoinders for some time now.

I'll just relax and do all that fun work-related stuff that I don't blog about, either.

Posted by Terry Oglesby at July 8, 2009 12:26 PM

So I guess a happy unbirthday is in order.

But we really need to know, will there be ponies and ice cream?

Posted by: Sarah G. at July 8, 2009 07:27 PM

Wow! I can't believe you remembered! That is so nice of you, Miss Sarah!

Yes, there will be ponies and ice cream. And lawn darts. And probably gunplay. And crying. (But not the sad kind--it's a birthday, after all--but the sort of odd, maniacal kind done by the disaffected.) OH! And splinters. Did I mention ponies? Yes--but they're going to be a bit ragged, since I had to get them from the hide and tallow place.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at July 8, 2009 09:46 PM

But I sent that barrel of TNT gift wrapped & FedEx!

Oh wait - you said expensive, not explosive gifts.


Posted by: skinnydan at July 9, 2009 01:01 PM

Tomato/tomahto--what counts is that it's still a wonderful gift!

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at July 9, 2009 03:12 PM

Charles Gore says, "Dohhhhhhhhh, silly middle-aged man!"

Remember 48, or thereabouts, is the new 43-1/2, or something.

Happy birthday, Junior!

Posted by: Janis Gore at July 9, 2009 05:09 PM

I don't know about all that math stuff, Miss Janis--I'm just glad I'm substantially older than my waist size.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at July 9, 2009 05:31 PM

I can put my palms on the floor again!

Posted by: Janis Gore at July 9, 2009 09:22 PM

I can do that, too. Or course, you can probably do it without sitting down...

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at July 10, 2009 08:58 AM

Agh. Saw this the day you posted it, meant to come back yesterday...see what happens when you get old(er)?

Many Happy Returns. Of the day, that is, not the considerably-smaller-than-your-age pants.

Posted by: Diane at July 10, 2009 12:13 PM

Thank, Diane! Although, funny you should mention the pants--just got back from swapping out my gift pants at Penney's.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at July 10, 2009 01:49 PM

Did you get the possum pinata I sent you via Parcel Delivery Service? It was filled with cornaguins and grit-bits(cheddar and imitation bacon flavor!) Hope your family does not spoil you too much.

Not to take the attention away from you, but I'm staring at the big sixth decade in about six weeks. You're never prepared for being that old, but the alternative ain't that hot either (I hope).

Posted by: MarcV at July 10, 2009 10:07 PM

It hasn't arrived yet, but when it does I will make sure to hang it up by its tail and start whacking on it.

And congratulation to you, too, sir, for escaping the dirt nap for so many, many, MANY years!

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at July 11, 2009 09:38 AM

Grit bits? Up that to real bacon and those sound pretty good.

Posted by: Janis Gore at July 11, 2009 11:51 AM

My underwear is up-to-date, thank you very much.

And you are way old. That is all.

Posted by: vachon at July 12, 2009 10:03 PM

Watch it, you little whippersnapper, or I'll wallop you with my cane.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at July 13, 2009 07:29 AM

Well Happy Birthday Terry! I sure would like to see that possum pinata when it gets swung from the branch! You need to come to Utah, I'll take you fishing in my just bought boat.

Posted by: Nate at July 13, 2009 10:49 PM

As long as you put the bait on the hook for me.

WORMS! ::shudder::

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at July 14, 2009 07:14 AM