Showing posts with label birthdays. Show all posts
Showing posts with label birthdays. Show all posts

Saturday, August 7, 2010

We're in four successive star signs.

Each member of my family is in 4 successive star signs.

Mason is a Taurus. Cindy is a Gemini. Jake is a Cancer and I'm a Leo.*

Four birthdays in a 3 month period and we all managed to squeak into a different star sign. I'm not sure what this means, but it's mildly interesting.

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*TAURUS
APRIL 21 - MAY 21

GEMINI
MAY 22 - JUNE 21

CANCER
JUNE 22 - JULY 23

LEO
JULY 24 - AUG 23



Friday, July 23, 2010

We ate a large Dairy Queen cake in 2 days.

We went to Dairy Queen to buy Jake's ice cream cake. We wanted a small cake, but they only had large. We reluctantly bought a large.

I had all these plans. I was going to give our babysitter a piece. Our neighbours. Our painter.

But we ate the entire cake in 2 days. Even Jake had 2 pieces.

The cake was over 4000 calories.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

I had to buy my boss a birthday card and it was super hard.

I didn't think it would be so tough. I mean, a card's a card.

But to find one for your boss is different. It can't be overly-familiar, and that rules out 75% of the cards. It can't be humorous because your boss can't share your warped sense of humour.

It can't be sappy because that would be too kiss-ass.

The other cards are for husbands and wives and kids and nephews. Or they're money-holders. And I ain't given my boss money.

So I stood there like a moron for ten minutes, like I cared about which card I got him.

Finally I settled on a lame, generic card that said "Happy birthday and all that jazz" and had a cartoon character playing a saxophone.

Still, birthday cards are totally worth it. There's nothing else that quite says, "I wish you a happy birthday but I don't care enough to put a lot of energy into anything so here's a card."

A birthday card is the perfect amount of politeness. It's the bare minimum birthday standard, and it's an excellent subsitute for a real gift.

You don't even have to put any creativity into it. Someone else, whom you will never know or never meet - likely in India, wrote that poem or joke that you are now sending your loved one.

The only down side is that it's a waste of paper. When I get a card I pretty much want to throw it in recycling right then and there unless it contains a note or a picture. I find cards ugly, and people who hang their Christmas cards in their window blinds are ugly people.