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She told me to pick out whatever I wanted for lunch and dinner, and I was torn. Because I follow a really strict diet normally, what is "special" to me may be pretty ordinary to most. And, I complained that I am limited to just 1 meal because if I have anything good for lunch, I probably won't want dinner, so it is only fair to include Birthday Eve in the mix so I can
So, for Birthday Eve, I chose a double cheeseburger and fries from my favorite place, White Rose. See, here's where it starts to turn ugly. Years ago, back when I was throwing wrenches at old people, I would eat at White Rose a few times a week. A little gas, then all was well. Last night, I had my cheeseburger and fries, watched a bit of TV, then all hell broke loose.
Poor Mrs. Crotchety
And that was only the beginning as it was soon followed by
I made it through the night and spent most of today contributing to global warming by producing more methane gas than a small herd of goats. But I have my once a year chance to party like a rock star, so I needed to keep on going.
I finally fell asleep at around 6 a.m. (total rock star behavior) and then got back up at around 10 a.m. Time to get my party on now.
After breakfast, of course.
The Crotchety Old Lady made me a nice omelet and toast (breakfast of rock stars--I looked it up on the Google) and while trying to decide what wild and crazy thing to do, I thought it best to take a 4 hour "power nap."
After the nap, it was time for lunch, and Mrs made me a grilled cheese and some chicken soup. I need the energy for the crazy times ahead today.
After lunch, it was a little Age of Empires to kick off the wild times. Then another nap. Don't want to crash during the crazy night planned for me.
After the nap--Reno 911 had a marathon today on Comedy Central-- that took up my afternoon.
Next thing and it was dinner time. I've been planning this for days. Weeks, even.
And then it started to rain, so any idea of going out ended. I sent her to the store to get some Veggie Patch meatballs, and she made me those with some spaghetti. Do rock stars eat spaghetti and soy meatballs?
*sigh*
I did have some of the world's smallest chocolate cake before giving it up for this year. Going to have to wait until next year to do the rock star thing, I guess.
This former wild and crazy guy is feeling Willard Scott shout out old.
While getting old sucks, I've heard that birthdays are good for you.
The more you have, the longer you live.
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29 comments:
Happy belated Birthday !!!
Well I'm not going to lie. If you could lose your birthday due to lameness, yours would be revoked. Except for the part about Reno 911. Every birthday should have a little Reno 911 sprinkled in.
Crotchety, poor baby. It sounds like your day was a regular day. Getting older sucks and the fact that you have other issues does not help at all.
What an exciting yawn day! Sorry the burger came back to haunt you. Next year will be better
Yeppers, that's my life too. But like you said, it beats the alternative.
Hey, I will party like a rock star too in May when I go to see, ummmm, a certain NJ singer. Only I'll be partying in a wheelchair. *sigh*
What are you gonna do?
Sounds like an even more fun day for the wife, with that said got any brothers? Nothing more fun than waiting on a man all day, cooking, cleaning and standing at the ready for his every whim. Yeah, I'm just old school that way -- not!
Happy Birthday!
Veggie patch meatballs? I do not even want to go there Old Man!!!
I still think my tofu dinner with orzo would have been a much better choice!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR MAN!!!
Hum...after seeing that first picture, my breakfast started to come back.
Thanks for that!
Glad you had a birthday.
Doesn't all that stuff fill up the colostomy bag too fast?
Best and worst comment goes to mooooog (however many freaking o's) so far. All I have to say is this: happy belated birthday. Not to be...ahem...gay or anything, but you still rock! :)
@ Dani: Thanks
@ Shawn: It was pretty lame, other than the Reno 911.
@ Etta: By my standards, that was a party day. Kind of sad.
@ Dizz: I hope so.
@ Marie: I'm currently mad at that rock star. But have a good time. If he just sings and shuts up about everything else, all will be good.
@ Nancy: I know. She likes taking care of me. I'm pretty sure of that.
@ Michelle: Thanks. I like them, though.
@ Reforming: Always read here on an empty stomach.
@ Moooooog: Really quickly.
@ Unfinished: Hate to admit it, but it was funny. Thanks for the good wishes.
Sounds like the typical birthday to me. Like a rock star...hmmm dunno...why dont' you check out my blog today and tell me about rock stars there.TEEHEE
Glad you had a full-filling b'day. I don't know about soy meatballs though. White Rose sounds more up my alley.
I'm glad Mrs. Crotchety can rest now. Sounds like your lazy ass keeps her pretty busy. Bwahahahaha.
Have a great day. :)
Hey DOM, the morning after always sucks!
Don't matter how old or young you are....
Anyhoo, it sounds like your crotchety wife did her best to make it a happy one for you....so this is a good thing.
ahem - goats cannot help their methane production. You try living with four stomachs.
I am glad you had a nice birthday though.....
so sorry your favorite place leaves you in a not so favorite place.
Happy belated birthday!
Yeah, I guess you're right. Having a birthday is better than not.
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Happy belated birthday! I'm sure there are some hippy rock stars out there that eat soy meatballs
I'm sure that somewhere out there there's a rock star who is demanding his spaghetti and soy meatballs before doing his gig, so worry not DOM!
Now if you could only capture some of that lively gastular expression into music, you might have a major hit record!
@ Lauren: I saw the rock star on your blog.
:)
@ Don: I'm done with White Rose for a few months, at least. It's good going in, bad once it gets there.
@ Sandee: I'm not lazy.
Ok, maybe I am. I prefer to think of it as I'm in the management part of the household.
@ Quirky: She really did.
@ Pricilla: No offense intended. I was going to suggest cows, but goats are cuter.
@ Stacie's: It left me in the bathroom, which is one of my favorite rooms.
@ Thank you.
And thanks for the present.
:)
@ I hate: I'm sure some of them are. But not the real rockers.
@ Jormen: Believe me, there was a tune playing. It may not have been pleasant.
Your still a rockstar Joe! :)
You had me at the Reno 911 marathon and then a nap. That sounds like a rockstar birthday to me!! (Don't tell anyone--I love a good nap!!! shhhhh)
Happy Birthday Old Man....you can't just let em rip in front of the Lady it could end bad and think who would you get to mow the lawn. You gotta preserve her for the future.
Happy Birthday, Crotchety!!! So nice of you to allow Mrs. Crotchety to do everything for you!! You da best!
@ Lady Sarcasm: Thanks
@ Lin: Naps are the best.
@ Chaotically: She is used to it by now, as she has built up a tolerance.
@ Mary: Thanks. Not every man is so giving. I remind her how lucky she is.
Happy Birthday!
I just can't get over the idea of no chocolate cake for a year - the thought of that makes me weep in my chocolate cake.
You are the most humorous rock star I know. :)
I've never heard of "White Rose."
If they produce more gas than a small herd of goats, they've GOTTA be good.
For some reason, Burger King onion rings do the same thing to me.
In fact, I had some for dinner, and...
Well, maybe you're better off not knowing.
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