Thursday, January 17, 2008

On this day, a child was born

There you have it: My 30th year is underway. For the slowpokes, that means I'm 29. And it's off to a flying start, with the morning a cozy 33 degrees and raining. Actually, there was a little ice left over on the windshield from last night's short-lived snow event, and the coexistence of ice and rain always makes for a happy start to the day. That's right, I said windshield. No bike today. I'm just not that hardcore, okay? Besides, I'm too old to be riding bikes.

Actually, I guess a little foul weather is appropriate given the oft-told story of the day I was brought home from the hospital, my introduction to the world beyond the long-since demolished Wilmington General. There was an ice storm, the kind that coats everything with a reflective glaze and causes trees to snap and power to fail. God's wrath at such an early age. It would serve me well.

That's enough reflection. I do that too much anyway. Now because it's my birthday, I will give you, my reader(s), exactly what you want: Dispatches from the ICW front (my Illustrious Co-Worker, for the newly initiated).

It could be my egomaniacal imagination, but she seems to have a disturbing interest all of a sudden in mountain climbing. And she was shopping for a bike yesterday on Craigslist. Add to that the one-on-one show-and-tell she produced yesterday with a folder full of a lifetime of certificates of achievement, and it feels to me a little like someone is trying to boost her stock around these parts. And I'm the only one here. Most of the certificates were for completing anger management courses and other psychiatric programs associated to her "situation" (that's how she refers to the nightmare of her upbringing). A few were from her achievements at various community colleges. I gotta be honest, if she ever finalizes the divorce from her douche of a husband, she's gonna be hard to resist, with credentials like those. Watch out, Courtney.

Luckily, no one at work seems to know it's the anniversary of my birth. But then, December 25th didn't mean shit to anyone (outside of some pagan sun-worshippers) until centuries after the death of Jesus. So there's still hope for notoriety. Or not.*

* Another note to the newly initiated: I totally don't think I'm Jesus, despite what my friends may tell you. Maybe a minor prophet or some kind of handsome, benevolent demon, but not Christ himself.

17 comments:

Noelle said...

Happy birthday! Are you trying to torture those of us who are beyond our 30th year with teeny tiny font?

Thanks, though for the update in the saga. I hope you have a great day!

nancypearlwannabe said...

Happiest of birthdays, good sir. I think you and the ICW should go out and celebrate by buying matching mountain bikes. Or maybe you could just give her a ride on your handlebars.

Anonymous said...

happy birth day man, it sucks its not like the old days when we were hitting the slopes at this time of the year. Have a good one.

hightower

Mickey said...

Sorry to all for the font size. I've got it set the same as all the other posts. Stupid Blogger. It may be this computer, too. There's no telling.

Thanks for the good wishes, though.

Chris said...

Happy b-day. Glad to hear you and ICW are getting so close.

Does she blog about you? I haven't checked her site in a while.

Courtney said...

Happy birthday, my love!

The day ICW starts seriously climbing mountains and riding bikes is the day I'll let her have you. In other words, never.

em said...

happy birthday from the oldest member of the wig shop and joe's used toys. i am one year and a few months behind you.

by the way, they dont tend to have denny's down here. you from somewhere else? i miss the michigan days of my youth/ a late night at denny's after the high school dance...that was where it was AT.

Severo said...

You just turned 29? awww... you're a baby :)

Hope you have an amazing birthday by getting obliterated on tequila and passing out in a ditch somewhere. Welcome to your very late 20s sir.

Noelle said...

I just like to complain about font size and the room being too cold and the lights being too dark because I'm old now and that's what old people do. I wish not to detract from your most awesome birthday, thought.

I think we can all agree that blogger is indeed, stupid.

Jacob said...

Happy b-day, but when people like you talk about being goodlooking, it's conceited. Only people like me can do that and actually be funny instead of jackasses. Know that!

Allie said...

Happy Birthday! I hope you have a great celebration.

I'm with Noelle on the font. I'm glad she said something. I thought maybe it was just me and my old eyes. :) Next year you'll understand.

Aaron said...

Happy birthday. Enjoy your last year of being in your twenties; it goes by like that.

Rachel said...

Happy birthday! :)

Julie said...

Happy Birthday, Mickey. It's late and all, but I don't believe in limiting birthday celebrations to one day. Milk it for an entire week, at least.

Meaghan said...

Yeah, I'm with Julie. I'm late but happy birthday! It sounds like your ICW has a little crush on you! How's that for a birthday present? Too bad you've already got the best girlfriend EVER or there might be some competition...

Mickey said...

Wow. Quite the turnout. This is a new record for commenters here. I feel so loved.

em- I didn't even realize we don't have any Denny's around here. I think they must skip Tennessee, because they have them both north and south of here. And yes, I'm a yankee by birth.

julie- I plan to. Maybe not for a whole week, but for a few days at least. Courtney will see to it.

jacob- You're a handsome devil. Don't sell yourself short. And I can be self-deprecating in any way I choose, even if I really am devastatingly handsome. (insert winking emoticon here. or not.)

severo- No tequila. Yet.

NPW- That's a disturbing image.

hightower- Those days needn't be in the past, my friend. Come on up and we'll have a Cataloochee redux.

Everyone else- Thanks so much for your birthday thoughts. Now get back to writing your own blogs so I can continue to live vicariously through you!

nancypearlwannabe said...

Disturbing? Don't you mean "sexily romantic"?