Squeaky Wheel Seeks Grease

I appreciate all of the birthday wishes.  :-)  They made my day!

I don’t care what anyone says.  No one blogs without wanting some reaction.  Even Instapundit’s gotta feel good that a link from him causes servers to crash.  ;-)

(I have yet to experience one!  GAH!)

Today was pretty awesome.

I sat on my ass.  Took a nap.  Played “Sam and Max:  Episode 104″ for a bit (I’ve totally been cheating, because my mind does not process those puzzle games well enough to do it by myself, y’all - but it’s still fun).  Read a book (yeah, the whole thing - but it was a re-read).  Went to my dad’s, ate dinner, opened presents, had cake (I laughed and accidentally blew one of the candles out before the photo op, so they had to light them AGAIN - is that bad luck?), watched the men’s gymnastics (eye candy!), looked at my dad’s new Mac Mini, came over to Jesse’s, and we watched “Hellboy”.

Tomorrow we plan to try to get up early enough to go catch brunch at Owen Brennan’s.  I’ve been before, and it’s full of noms.

Birthday loot included six photo frames for some of the large photos I have in my room (some of which I’d like to transfer downstairs to the living room), some cash for a new video card (the one on my desktop sucks complete ass - that’s why the computer was so cheap), various cards, copies of photos that strengthened my resolve to lose some more damned weight (they feature me on the four-wheeler and scooter from the 4th, which is a shame, because I’d share them if they weren’t so unflattering), and the best damned present of all:

Jesse handed me a purple bag, and I took the tissue out of it and found a blue fuzzy scarf (made of that eyelash yarn stuff…it’s furry and multi-toned).  I wrapped it around my neck, opened the card envelope, and a small key fell out.  I was like, “Uhhh…”

I thought he’d bought me a gun safe, but then I wondered where he’d hidden it.  No, seriously.  That’s something I’ve wanted for a while.

The card had a cartoon of a monster on the front, and it was furry, as well.

I opened the card, and it said, “Here’s your key!  You’re going to Avenue Q!”

I’m afraid I made a bit of a fool out of myself when I reacted to that.  :-)

My nephew has been taught how to say, “Yeah, Son!” by his uncle.  *rolls eyes*  He also insisted on saying “Ah-CHOOOOOOOOOOOO!”, at a pitch normally reserved for dogs, every damned time he sat next to Jesse on the couch.  It was hysterical, but none of us could figure out why he was only doing it then, or why he was doing it at all.  I can’t believe he’s almost three.

ALSO, I just saw this on the blog of the person I’m going to be taking photos of tomorrow, in a post where he was laying out his week:

Sunday night: redo headshots with a gal that I trust and has a great fucking eye

That makes me feel really good.  I hope I can live up to the praise, and not make him feel like he’s wasting his money.

Alrighty.  I need to be up and moving in approximately 8 hours, so I should go to bed.

Thanks again for the well-wishes, and I hope everyone’s having a great weekend.