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Happy Birthday Two-fer!
26Oct2006 Filed under: Just so You Know... Author: Kate Bartholomew
Oh, the gladness for the natal day for not one, but TWO illustrious women!! A hail and hearty HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Grettir’s Mom, who is, among many other notable and wondrous things, The Laundry Goddess of the WORLD.
AND a hail and hearty HAPPY BIRTHDAY (and a SPECIAL wish for your mazel to be dominant!!!) to Jodi (you lil’ punkinhead) in her Jodiverse BECAUSE SHE SAYS SO!
And if you happen to think that this entry is fraught with clip-art, you are right. But I couldn’t go through over thirty pages of FREE birthday clip-art and not use SOMETHING (though I assiduously avoided the creepy clowns).
However, I couldn’t help but use this:
It may be cloying, but you cannot say it isn’t Fancy!
Oh HORRORS! I almost forget that most important new-fangled Birthday tradition:
GIFTS!!! MANY GIFTS!
Indeed, I hope that you both had a:
NOTE: The size of the each respective Birthday cake is in no way related to the sincerity of the intended greetings. Also, almost every image in this post danced about or twinkled or winked or frolicked (to the point that I am now slightly motion sick). However, having evidently reached or exceeded the “twinkly/dancy” quota, I cannot guarantee the consistent animated nature of the above-mentioned images. Also, when I tried to delete frames from the floating pink balloon animation (so that STUPID, STUPID I.E. could handle it – it couldn’t just automatically compensate like FIREFOX) then it wouldn’t upload. So it’s I.E.’s fault that the balloon is WONKY, not mine. Mind you, this should in no way detract from anyone’s Birthday joy and celebration (which, by Kate Law, should last at least a week after your actual birthday).
Jodi (Blogstress)
October 27th, 2006 at 4:49 am
Than-Q to the nth power, multipled by the square root of 1262 and multiplied further by the sum of the square root of 903 divided by 309 and then topped with a maraschino cherry that has been dutifully dabbed dry of the syrup in which it had rested in its jar for weeks before being purchased. You, my lovely cheesy chum, rock AND roll! :-*
Jodi
October 27th, 2006 at 4:56 am
P.S. And a hearty HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Grettir’s mom! I make you a bet that, given her status as The Laundry Goddess of the WORLD, she can, indeed, fold a bottom sheet!
Kate
October 27th, 2006 at 5:11 am
You are most welcome, Birthday Girl PunkinHead (I’m telling you MILK IT AND KEEP ON MILKING WITH EXTRA TO MAKE CHEESE). I would endeavor to make my “your welcome” equal to your “thank you,” but I KNOW my limits. It’s just not in my skill set.
And, indeed, I have no doubt that The Laundry Goddess of the World can fold a bottom sheet BETTER than Martha Stewart. I am not “bottom-sheet-folding” inclined. Intellectually, I understand the principles, but I still end up with a lumpy-bumpy mess (the trick is to squish it down and hide it under a nicely-folded top sheet).
Here’s an interesting thing: My oldest nephew, a TEENAGER, no less, can fold a bottom sheet that would rival the work of a consummate professional (and I’m sure there are bottom-sheet-folding professionals SOMEWHERE). The irony is that any other habit VAGUELY related to personal hygiene has alluded him since birth. SERIOUSLY.
Well, to be fair, he has improved a LITTLE because he’s almost sixteen and has a vested interest in helping ALL THE GIRLS IN THE WORLD (which at his age and sexual preference he cannot help but notice each and every one with the miracle of RAGING HORMONES) know that he’s not completely unhygienic.
I love you, Will!
Kate
October 27th, 2006 at 5:43 am
SHEESH!!! Flicker candles! FLICKER!!! Why have you stopped flickering and why has the confetti stopped fluttering and why is this festiveness impeded???
Here is the awful, AWFUL truth: The candles ALWAYS flicker in I.E. Mind you, it can’t ADJUST to things and I have to go and check and see if my sidebar has arbitrarily been bumped to the BOTTOM of the page (which would make it a “bottom bar,” and, by definition, “sidebars” should be on the SIDE).
Beloved Firefox, do not betray my TRUST!!!
Ds
October 27th, 2006 at 6:37 am
Always interested in those Jodi has the audacity to bequeath the title “Friend of the Jewessness” upon, I couldn’t help but blunder upon this wholesome and velveeta-laden display of true affection, not to be confused with true affliction, which is what I am sufering after staring at all of the oh-so-cheery bright and twinkly little objects.
DAMN YOU VERTIGO!
But rest assured, at least on a Macintosh platform running the latest version of Safari, the candles all twinkle and glow, the balloon rollicks to and then fro, and the confetti keeps falling like snow.
And now, I’m afraid I must go.
Pam
October 27th, 2006 at 8:59 am
I see no frolicking, rollicking, or other festiveness.
I am a taco salad. I am a alone.
Kate
October 27th, 2006 at 4:16 pm
Dear Pam,
Try again. This afternoon, after a rest, with the sun shining through the autumn leaves, everything seems to have regained its festiveness (at least on my my Firefox Browser). And if you are STILL a taco salad (ahhh – the memories), I hope you have accompanied your solitude with the appropriate sudden, drastic bow of the head.
Dear Ds,
After taking a moment to get over my EXTREME jealousy that you are on ANY Macintosh platform (especially with the latest version of Safari), and the fact that you wrote (in semi-POETRY, no less) a very clever comment) I will assure you that the mind-numbing twinklieness and dancing and such are really very rare occurrences in Ma Monde.
The brash cavalcade of stripes, however, have become a semi-permanent fixture.
Kate
October 27th, 2006 at 5:37 pm
The Birthday greetings were for Grettir’s MOTHER, The Laundry Goddess of the WORLD, My Dear.
And not to make you feel Ìber-foul, but Jodi has visited my site a NUMBER of times, leaving thoughtful and clever comments as she goes. Don’t be jealous. REALLY.
Okay, shameless self-promotion (and, while we’re being frank – merit) probably has a LOT less to do with Ms. Jodi’s attendance than the fact that she and Grettir were already chummy cyber-friends and we somehow connected through his guru-ness.
lattegirl
October 27th, 2006 at 5:14 pm
Hm. I see that shameless self-promotion works, for Jodi came to your site in response to your (fanciful, danciful) birthday greetings to her. Jodi has never been to MY site, although I do not comment on other peoples’ sites merely to get like treatment. Just sayin’. Cuz I’m in a matchlessly foul mood. Now I’m jealous. Sort of. Not really. Just a bit.
But! I got a comment from Lynne W. Scanlon! (And, to my later mortification, I realized I’d responded with a comment in which I called her Lynne B Scanlon.)
All things considered, I am very happy that YOU, Crazy Heathen Kate, come to leave comments for me.
(She said, sounding shamelessly foul and self-promoting. Forget everything I just said.)
Happy birthday, Grettir, whoever you are…
Ds
October 27th, 2006 at 6:02 pm
I went to a cavalcade of cars once. There were twinkly lights there, too. And hulking muscular men bonding over blown hemi engines as scantily clad plastic princesses paraded by in a neverending stream of smiling Coppertone flesh. The hulking men and plastic princesses would bump into each other and then exchange various body measurements over the now less interesting blown hemi engines, then leave in a flurry of area codes and promises to ‘get together for a drink after the show.’
And around and around it went, over and over at the cavalcade of cars until every plastic princess had bumped into and exchanged body measurements and area codes with every muscled hulking man.
Not that the cavalcade of cars, plastic princesses and hulking men has anything to do with your cavalcade or sincere birthday wishes. No, your cavalcade is a stripe of a different color entirely.
Kate
October 27th, 2006 at 8:24 pm
I now have visions of Barbies and Kens (with more anatomical correctness) in my head cavorting to a score played ENTIRELY on a calliope.
I’m still deciding if I should thank you for that.
I will admit, as I read the previous comment, I heard mysterious guffaws and snickers (alternating – as though I was catching an echo each time the merry-go-round completed a revolution). Then, alerted by the puzzled expression on the face of one of my Kitten Children, I realized that I was the snortler (snort + chortle = snortle).
Hmmm. I’m realizing that MY cavalcade (irrespective of the stripes) could use far more hulking men – though not of Coppertone flesh – more Jane Austen-ish hulking men.
I do not care what anyone says: That is not an oxymoron.