Saturday, March 07, 2009

Happy Birthday Katelyn

As many of you know, Peeps will be gathering at Dillons on Boylston Street to celebrate the 30th birthday of my daughter Katelyn. We'll be having a light repast at Stephanies on Newbury Street, and then make the eight minute stroll over to the festivities.
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Many former Peeps of the Week will be there, and we may even have some POTY's.
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Should make for the perfect Nanepashemet evening.... inspirational, yet annoying.
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The occasion of your kid's 30th birthday signifies much....
She is getting old... and you are getting wicked freaking old.

  • Old beyond repair.
  • Memory loss Old.
  • Short of breath Old.
  • Snoring at night Old.
  • Hair growing out of your nostrils Old.
  • Forgetting your friends names Old.
  • Playing Golf is a workout Old.
  • Almost bought some Grecian Formula Old.
  • Never stray far away from a bottle of Tums Old.
  • Pee three times as much Old.
  • Considering Rogaine Old.
  • All your pants are too tight Old.
  • Letting the Bastards get away with it Old.

I would say, that one really good thing about getting old is that you've seen a lot of things before. Now, its not that "Here's the way something should happen"... it's more like... "I've seen this shit before, and here is what's GOING to happen".
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Experience has its virtue. The problem is that nobody listens to you, so all that experience gets a kind and polite nod as they proceed to stumble into the same outcome. People have to learn on their own. They have to make their own mistakes. Can't really leverage off of yours.
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So Happy Birthday Katelyn... it's not so bad to be getting old. Especially after having a daughter like you.
Tuna Lips said...

Judging by the mugs on yer lads there, the young miss got the better side of the gene pool. Big wheel, spinnin' round, hoo ha!

Goin' contra dancin' with Miss Pudding's sister, Candy, this evenin'. Miss Pudding is working the 7:02 train from Lowenwich (wees calls it Scrotum Itch, what with all the harlot's them turns out), lift a few wallets, roll a few drunk johns, in general keep the undersirables on theys guard. Multi-taskin, I calls it. Entrepreneurishness abounds in ole TL!

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Anonymous said...

Judging by the mugs on yer lads there, the young miss got the better side of the gene pool. Big wheel, spinnin' round, hoo ha!

Goin' contra dancin' with Miss Pudding's sister, Candy, this evenin'. Miss Pudding is working the 7:02 train from Lowenwich (wees calls it Scrotum Itch, what with all the harlot's them turns out), lift a few wallets, roll a few drunk johns, in general keep the undersirables on theys guard. Multi-taskin, I calls it. Entrepreneurishness abounds in ole TL!

Anonymous said...

Harvey Rowe
John & Joanne thanks for a great time.The joy of getting older is being able to see little kids you use to see running around the back yard playing "hide and seek or whatever" grow into adulthood and turn out to be people you want to know, and appreciate for things they have done and are going to do in the future.