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Happy mommy birthday!
Feb. 18th, 2007 06:39 pmUgh. I just ate three Samoas on an empty stomach, and that was kind of a bad idea.
Meanwhile, today was my mother and her sister's birthday. Note: they are not twins. That's right: they were born five years apart on the same day. My sister and I were actually born seven years and three days apart. Altogether, it's a little weird. Anyway. There was Johnny Ray's barbecue and chocolate roulage. I think we now have an entire month without a family-gathering holiday, but we'll be back on Easter with, if I remember my family traditions correctly, baked ham and four-layer chocolate dessert. The Jones family is nothing if not deliciously predictable.
Happy Year of the Pig from Neil Gaiman: "Pigs, I learned as a boy, reading books, especially young pigs, are loveable, brave, noble and intelligent animals who have adventures. I hope this year you get to be brave and noble and intelligent. But mostly I hope you get to have adventures. (As G. K. Chesterton once said, An inconvenience is an adventure wrongly considered. An adventure is only an inconvenience rightly considered... )"
Nowadays, an inconvenience really is just a journal entry waiting to be written, and an adventure is just a particularly awesome interpretation of an inconvenience. Or at least that's how I like to think of it. Of the entries on this journal worth reading, this is, in fact, the basic format of half of them (see also: the rooster story, the Sonic incident, "It has stripes!," and so on). I'm just saying, think about that the next time something crappy happens to you: it's going to make a great story.
Also: Longford, AIEEEEE. Who knew that Andy Serkis was pure evil?
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Meanwhile, today was my mother and her sister's birthday. Note: they are not twins. That's right: they were born five years apart on the same day. My sister and I were actually born seven years and three days apart. Altogether, it's a little weird. Anyway. There was Johnny Ray's barbecue and chocolate roulage. I think we now have an entire month without a family-gathering holiday, but we'll be back on Easter with, if I remember my family traditions correctly, baked ham and four-layer chocolate dessert. The Jones family is nothing if not deliciously predictable.
Happy Year of the Pig from Neil Gaiman: "Pigs, I learned as a boy, reading books, especially young pigs, are loveable, brave, noble and intelligent animals who have adventures. I hope this year you get to be brave and noble and intelligent. But mostly I hope you get to have adventures. (As G. K. Chesterton once said, An inconvenience is an adventure wrongly considered. An adventure is only an inconvenience rightly considered... )"
Nowadays, an inconvenience really is just a journal entry waiting to be written, and an adventure is just a particularly awesome interpretation of an inconvenience. Or at least that's how I like to think of it. Of the entries on this journal worth reading, this is, in fact, the basic format of half of them (see also: the rooster story, the Sonic incident, "It has stripes!," and so on). I'm just saying, think about that the next time something crappy happens to you: it's going to make a great story.
Also: Longford, AIEEEEE. Who knew that Andy Serkis was pure evil?
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