Thank you for all the phone calls, emails, and comments to wish me a happy birthday. It was really nice and I appreciate every one of them. In the case of Julie, all three of them – the phone call, email, and comment on the blog. I guess I deserved it for taking such joy in her BIG FIVE OH birthday. But geez. Talk about bitter…..
I had a nice birthday. Other than a couple of rude and uncalled for comments, Bernie was sweet. The night before he asked me to set the alarm early for him so he could have enough time to get in 50 spankings. He took me to my favorite burger joint for lunch, and threatened to ask for a senior discount for me. Other than that, he was especially sweet and made sure I had a great birthday.
Today was a kind of lazy day for us. We slept in until Elvis decided we had slept long enough and started yowling for breakfast at 6:30AM. I got up, fed him and Priscilla, made some coffee, got a fire going in the wood burner, and then sat in my chair and wondered why turning 50 had bothered me so much. I think it’s because I still feel so young. I really don’t feel, nor act, like a “grown up”. I pout. I cry when I get a splinter. I talk to chickens. I play in kiddie pools with my great neices and nephews. I even dance naked in the yard when Bernie has his friend take him up in an airplane to survey our property. Ooops. Maybe that’s too much information.
I guess the point is, I am not old DAMMIT! And I don’t appreciate a big fat honking number making me feel like I am old! I think I’ll take my mother-in-law’s advice. I’m just going to pick a freaking number and say that’s my age. And it won’t be as dad gum big as the number I turned on January the 9th at 12:20AM. I just need to coordinate with her and make sure my number isn’t bigger than hers. We need to have some credibility, after all.
Today we have ice. Again. Everything has a big, fat layer of ice on it. Other than collecting wood and checking on chickens, we spent the entire day inside. Sometimes it amazes me that I can spend 24 hours a day, 7 days a week with no one other than my husband – and still love every minute of it. It doesn’t hurt that he is just as crazy as I am. Here is a typical Saturday conversation between us:
Him: What’s for supper?
Me: I don’t know. What do you want?
Him: I don’t care. Whatever you fix.
Me: How about meat loaf?
Him: I’m not feeling very meat loafy.
Me: How about stew?
Him: Hmmmm. I’m not feeling very stewy.
Me: Well, what are you feeling like?
Him: I was thinking about tacos.
Me: Well why the heck didn’t you say that in the first place?
Him: I thought maybe you had something else in mind.
Me: I’m not even hungry. Are you really hungry?
Him: I think I’m getting hungry. How about I make supper tonight? I’ll make the tacos.
Me: You don’t cook.
Him: Yes I do.
Me: You cook eggs. All you can cook is eggs.
Him: I can cook bacon. And sausage. Don’t forget how I can cook sausage.
Me: Well eggs, bacon, and sausage have nothing to do with tacos.
Him: If I can cook eggs, bacon, and sausage, I can cook anything. I’ll make the tacos. If you’ll help me.
So we go into the kitchen and other than browning the meat, I end up cooking supper. And then Bernie says “I made a pretty good supper, didn’t I?”.
“Yes you did honey, thank you.”
“I told you I could cook.”
Honestly. I’m losing ground here.
Bee Free,
Penny
LOL! That dinner convo cracked me up. I am glad you had a great day…remember, “Age is mind over matter…if you don’t mind, it don’t matter”
Ahahahahah….the convo was priceless! And hey. We had tacos, too. And guess what? I fixed them, too.
Speaking of ice….I stepped off my porch this morn and my feet flew out from under me and I landed on my ass….back…head….yeah, all of that.
Good times, I say. Good thing were both still young!
Thanks, Molly. As they say, 50 happens! I just didn’t think it would happen to me so quickly
The truth is that Bernie does on occasion make supper. Usually it’s grilled cheese sandwiches, but I’m not complaining. If I give him step-by-step instructions, he can even cook up more complex things – like soup. But sometimes it’s easier just to go in and cook it myself. He is a GREAT help in the kitchen, though. And regularly cuts up the veggies, sautes the onions, browns the meat, etc.
Frugalmom – I hope you’re ok! Bet you are stiff this morning. This ice is getting out of control, isn’t it? I did the same thing walking on ice out to the compost pile one morning about two years ago. My feel flew up so high I saw them in front of my face before I landed! I was sore for two weeks. I hope you didn’t get hurt too bad. Maybe your husband will take pity on you and make supper tonight……
Wow, the exchange between you two sounds just like us when it comes to dinner, grocery shopping, and choosing a place to dine out, when we actually do dine out.
Last recent memorable time was New Years Eve at Cajun restaurant.
I get the opp to look at five-oh in ’09 my-danged-self.
Talk aboutcher parallel universes!
Shirley has taken to saving food stained recipes we’ve tried from online and printed out to dictate our dinner diversity.
It works.
But I happen to know you cook, Chainsaw! At least I know you grill up a mean slab of meat….
Surprisingly, worrying about turning the big five oh was actually worse than waking up and being five oh. As odd as it sounds, it was rather anti-climatic. So go ahead and start fretting about it now – and then you’ll finally reach the day, wake up old, and get on with life. Only as an old person.
then you’ll finally reach the day, wake up old, and get on with life. Only as an old person.
LOL !
I try to be a purist as far as dinner is concerned. I want everything fresh and homemade. I usually fail. I make a good effort, though….but I have to admit:
Hamburger Helper is actually GOOD ! I hate to say it, but in a pinch it will do you a dinner real fine.
Martha Stewart is probably sending me little death rays right now, though they are probably tastefully wrapped in a flaky crust.
Yeah, I’m hell on the grill and smoker, and sometimes I can do a lil’ somethin’-somethin’ with the oven and stovetop.
I’ve made a vow, even though I don’t normally “celebrate” my B-days anymore, to do my 50th up as hard as possible – to the point that I have to be scraped up with a snow shovel and be dumped into bed – shouldn’t take ’til about 9:30 to 10:00pm to accomplish that.
I am truly surprised that I made it this far.
This years B-day falls on Friday the 13th so, if I leave the yard, I bes’ be havin’ me a D.D.
Same here, Shirley. I try very hard to make our meals from scratch. I’m certainly not above the pre-packaged stuff, though I do try to limit it. Just yesterday mornig I actually made english muffins, from scratch. But then we did use pre-packaged taco shells for our tacos. Hey – we’re too old to worked up about the little stuff anymore
What month is your birthday, Chainsaw?
I’ve been reading your blog for a few months and really enjoy it. Happy belated birthday to you! Don’t be bothered with age…it’s just a number. I know a few 30-somethings who act like they are 80, and a few 80-somethings who act like they are 30. It’s all a state of mind!
By the way, I’m a bit of a homebody, too. I just love hanging out at my house, with my critters and hubby, and piddling around the house and yard. I long for the day when I can do it fulltime. Which brings me to a question, Penny. What do you do for a living that allows you to work from home?
Thanks for sharing your adventures with us! Good luck on the new puppy additions. They are adorable.
Hi Lilla! Thank you for stopping by. I visited your blog and see that you are obviously a pet lover – a woman after my own heart! And the shed that Neal built resembles the same design as the coop that Bernie built!
I make my living as a computer programmer, more or less. I’m a PeopleSoft consultant and program on HR/Payroll projects. I’m extremely fortunate to have been working for my current client since somewhere around 1999/2000, and they now allow me to work from home. I do have to make the journey into the BIG CITY 4 or 5 times a year, but I certainly can’t complain about that – although I still do, on occasion
I never thought I’d be a home body. But since moving to our homestead, that is exactly what I’ve become. There’s no where I am happier and more full of peace.
I can’t wait to get the puppies home with us! It’s been many years since we had puppies in our home – our Springer Spaniel was the last, and we had him with us until he died of old age a few years ago. We’ve missed having dogs, and I’m glad we’ll have the time to spend with these now.
Priscilla rhymes with vanilla, doesn’t it? Am I close? ETA: I just read your very first blog post – and now I get it! It’s Lilla, not Lila! Great blog title – it’s perfect!
Take care,
Penny