Tag: birthdays

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Tomorrow I celebrate the thirty-third year of managing to not join the great majority, so watch this space for an extra special birthday edition of the Song Title Challenge. It’s dealer’s choice, and I’m feeling excited about this one.

Tomorrow is also Felt Hat Day, so dust off your fedora or pretend you’re a time lord and don your fez. And if you don’t have a felt hat, no problem, for tomorrow is also Make A Hat Day, so make your own hat, as long as it’s from felt. I’ll be taking down three birds with one stone by making myself a pirate hat. Confused? Read on.

Wednesday will bring another edition of Percussive Etymology. This week I’m taking my hammer to the expression “rule of thumb”. That’s allowed, as long as the hammer’s handle is no thicker than one’s thumb (or is it?)

An’ on Friday it again be International Talk Like A Pirate Day. Sharpen yer cutlasses an’ load the cannons (no brass monkeys on this ship), cause there be ships ter plunder, towns ter sack, an’ wenches ter…yer know 😉 I’ll be sharin’ with you a special tale as had ne’er been told ’bout one o’ the black heartedest pirates ter ever sail the seven seas.

On Mermaid Cakes and Potty Training

If you peruse my home page you’ll notice that Disney’s Frozen is scheduled for review today. I’m afraid that will have to be postponed until next Friday as I simply haven’t gotten around to it yet. I mean, who wants to sit and write a review if you could rather look at this?

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A tale of two birthdays

Today is South Africa’s birthday (well, one of them anyway, depending on which history book you read). On this day, twenty years ago, South Africa went to the polls for our first democratic elections. Symbolically, it was the moment the people of SA attained freedom from oppression, thus it’s name: Freedom Day.

Today is also my niece’s first birthday. As she is the first grandchild in the family, it’s a pretty big deal (which probably means I’ll have to suffer through being congratulated again for something which is in no way my fault). Continue reading “A tale of two birthdays” →

On Ageing (not Maya Angelou’s poem)

Woe is me. I am finished, done for, kaput, klaar! It seems like only a month ago that I was celebrating life and revelling in my youthful vigour, even as I watched my Beloved descend into the vale of years, but alas, no more. Time has finally caught up with me, has sunk its claws into my flesh and will not let go, as today I join my Dearest at the ripe old age of thirty-two.

Even as I sit writing this I can feel the strength being sapped from my limbs and my senses growing dull. My faculties are slipping and my…what’s the word…mer…men…mem…memory is no longer what it used to be. I’ve already discovered one grey hair and I just want to nap all the time.

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On tasty treats

For as long as I can remember my favourite dessert (except ice cream, of course) has been lemon meringue. It was always one of those treats that only came along with one of the folks’ birthdays or if some relatives came to visit. When I finally became old enough to forgo the birthday party with obligatory clown cake it became a standard request for the celebratory rituals on the annual remembrance of my egress from the womb. So naturally, when my mom moved to a different town I needed to learn how to make it myself, lest I be starved of my favourite sweet indulgence.

The wife and I just finished the final pieces of the lemon meringue I made on Friday for her birthday and in a surge of sugar-induced altruism I’ve decided to share the recipe for this divine food with you.