Category Archives: birthday

Happy Fourth of July

Fourth of July Squirrel

The land of the free and the home of the brave is having another birthday.

I won’t be lighting a Roman candle, but I will be eating some grilled goodness to celebrate.

Here’s a link to a reading of the Declaration of Independence by the folks at NPR to remind us what today is all about.

Feel Good Friday – In Da Club for my Blogiversary

It’s been exactly four years since I typed the opening salvo on this blog. I’d like to think I have helped pollute the Internet and make it a place unsafe for the rest of the world.

This blog has introduced me to a host of new characters, and I’ll always be thankful for those who’ve visited here, whether they’ve regular visitors or just passing by in a virtual whirlwind.

In honor of the anniversary, I’ll be partying In Da Club like it’s my birthday.

Happy Birthday Elvis

January 8 is a hip wiggling, lip curling, scarf flinging sort of day.

It’s Elvis’ birthday.

He would have been 74 today if he’d laid off the deep fried foods and slowed up on the pill popping

What’s your favorite Elvis song?

It’s so hard to choose, but I’m a bit partial to Blue Moon of Kentucky. I think it’s the simplicity of the whole thing. It was on the flip side of his big debut – That’s All Right Mama – on Sun Records. Of course Bill Monroe does a pretty fair non-rockabilly version of the tune as well.

If you want another video of the King singing about the moon, click here for his rendition of Blue Moon.

Happy Blogiversary To Me!

Newscoma just celebrated the birth of her blog the other day and Kathy T. also is nearing an anniversary.

As of today, I’ve been blogging for three years.

That first post was just as goofy as most of the ones that followed it.

I don’t have a post for every one of those days since Jan. 1, 2006 – matter of fact there have been some big gaps in between posts – but if you’ve ever stopped by and enjoyed one word I typed or laughed at a pic of a squirrel snow skiing or DJing, then I’m glad I did it.

This blog has introduced me to a whole cast of people and experiences I wouldn’t have enjoyed otherwise.

Thanks for stopping by and please come again.

Happy Birthday Newscoma

Happy Birthday to Newscoma!!!!

I baked her up something special for her big day. BTW, she’s already celebrated 40.

Go wish her well on her special day.

If you don’t read her stuff, start today. If you don’t know her, you’re missing out.

Who wouldn’t want a big bite of this tasty bakery confection.

This one takes the urinal cake.

For other photos of crappy cakes and directions on how to bake and decorate them, go here.

Happy Birthday to Bull Durham

Twenty years ago yesterday (June 15), the movie Bull Durham was released onto the big screen.

I saw it at the old theater in downtown Union City, if I remember correctly.

I loved it. I loved Baseball Annie and her wisdom and I loved that goofy kid Tim Robbins. That Costner guy was pretty good in it too. (However, we must counts some points off for this eventually allowing him to make the movie Waterworld; eveything comes at a price.)

As a fan of both the game of baseball and of movies, I still love this flick and the scenes between Sarandon and Costner are sizzling. The painting of the toe nails and the sloshing water in the tub drowning out the candles – that’s what I’m talking about.

And of course, who can forget the speech Crash spills out at Annie’s house.

“Well, I believe in the soul, the cock, the pussy, the small of a woman’s back, the hanging curve ball, high fiber, good scotch, that the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent, overrated crap. I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I believe there ought to be a constitutional amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter. I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days.”

This movie is actually filled with memorable quotes covering everything from candlesticks to religion to shower shoes and cups of coffee.

I actually attended a Durham Bulls game back in the late 80s and had a Bulls keychain for the longest time. I was in North Carolina for an International Librarians convention. True story that I won’t get into here. I don’t know where that keychain is now, but I’m certainly thinking about it today.

ESPN the Magazine has a whole anniversary roundup of interviews with director Ron Shelton, Tim Robbins, Kevin Costner and other Bull Durham goodies.

11 or 77 – Happy Birthday


My dog Kirby is having her birthday today. We’re celebrating 11 years together as of June 14, 2006.

She is a miniature schnauzer. We got her from my mom, whose schnauzers had a litter. We got the pick of the litter. We liked them all and couldn’t choose which one. So we opted to take home the first one out of gate. That pack leading canine was Eve Kirby Puckett. Her name is a combination of the name from a drag queen (Eve Kirby) and a baseball player (Kirby Puckett).

Our first night together, we celebrated with pizza. Kirby leapt from the couch onto the middle of the pizza which was setting on the coffee table. She still likes pizza.

She’s a mouthy dog who will bitch at you with some yaaarrrrs and hhaaawwwrrs if she wants to go out and you aren’t acting quickly enough. We had Newscoma’s niece convinced she could talk when they were both younger.

She hates the mailman and barks at him every day, even though he just walks on the porch and never bothers anything before he leaves. At our other house, Kirby knew the sound of the postman’s little jeep. Unfortunately, he parked in front of our house and walked the entire length of our street before returning to our lawn and cranking up his chariot again. This meant Kirby barked the entire time he was in the neighborhood, six days a week. She’s a bit protective of her territory.

She hates it when we sneeze. She can be snuggled up on your lap or just curled up on the end of the couch asleep, but if you sneeze, she’ll immediately get up and leave the room, looking over her shoulder at you with disdain. If we want to distract her or get her attention, we fake a sneeze.

She loves baths and showers. At one place where we lived that had a shower curtain instead of a shower door, every two or three months or so, she would jump in the bathtub with me and stand at the back end of the tub just outside of the direct spray but in the splatter and mist.

She’s been losing her eyesight due to cataracs the last few years, but she had an accident last summer that literally cost her one of her eyes. Now she is pretty much blind. She can see light and dark. I’m guessing that’s about it. She will walk into door frames and she is the thing that goes bump in the night. We plugged in a new nightlight recently and for about a week, every night as we made a trek to the backyard for a sabbatical, she would wander toward the small glow  instead of the door.

She nearly died last October. She had to have an emergency hysterectomy, just like Newscoma. We thought she was a goner, but she pulled through and has acted like a spring chicken since her surgery. We didn’t realize how sick she’d been the months leading up to her medical emergency.

That’s our Kirby. She’s bitchy, but we love her.

Happy Birthday to you!