Honestly, it kind of stinks having a birthday so close to Christmas. Now, growing up I was Jewish, as such I celebrated Hanukkah. Real lucky little kids get a small, or large gift, each night for a week. I got one Hanukkah gift and one Birthday gift. Just to add insult to injury I got them on the same night. I remember the year I drove my family nuts. I peaked under the bed and discovered an electric train set just waiting for me. I begged and begged and begged until I was such a pain in the ass my mother gave me the thing early. I never did that again. I was tired of that train set before my big day even rolled around.
Eventually I did grow up and married. I will refer to my ex-wife as "the bad spouse." I hope you all don't mind. The bad spouse had a sister, also married, her husband and I shared the same birthday. So, here are the in-laws, big holiday celebrators (oh, by this time I was celebrating x-mas) who are very busy and have TWO son-in-laws to buy birthday gifts for. What a surprise, I got p.j.'s for my birthday, or the robe, or the slippers. It was Hanukkah all over again. My birthday gifts were always the "extra" Christmas present.
Wanda and I read, and post, on a cruise travel web site. We check in with many friends just about every day. Cruise Critic is the site name and they list all the members birthdays, numerically, by age. I took a look at the list today, and damn, there are a Hell of a lot more names behind me. Am I getting old?
We have a Nintendo Wii. One of our "games" is the Wii Fit. It's a really good exercise program with lots of options and various motivational tools. I was using the Wii darn near every day before all this happened to my brother. I got on the Fit Board this morning and the Wii guy, not to be confused with a little person, said, "Where the Hell have you been?" "It's been 57 days since you last worked out." "Happy 62Nd Birthday." "You want to see 63?" "Then you better get your ass in gear." Just what I needed at 7AM.....I've been feeling guilty all day.
I had my monthly doctor appointment today. I am very lucky for such an old guy, I only take two regular medications. One of them happens to be very expensive so the insurance company forces me to go in every thirty days. I'm pretty sure they do this so I only have a one month supply, at most, on hand. They would be very upset should I get hit by a bus with a sixty or ninety day supply. This would be a great waste of their money. I get my prescriptions filled at our local grocery store pharmacy.
While waiting for the medication I did a little shopping. We only needed a couple of things, fruit, some milk, and a few veggies for tonight's big salad. My cart had a sign attached that read, Nevada Shopping Cart Theft Law NRS-205-830 states it is illegal to remove carts from supermarket property. I guess you can take them home here in California?
For all of you that called and texed and e-mailed greetings for my special day, thanks. All my hints and reminders worked.
One more for the "She said" "He heard" file. She said, "Jennifer and Eric watched "Bullet" last night." He heard, "Two different airports blew it last night."
Three more days until Christmas.
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