A Magnificent™ Birthday Tribute to His Magnificence™

Welcome to Le Clown‘s birthday celebration bonanza!  This is only one of a series of posts brought to you by The Ringmistress, me, and many other bloggers to be discovered later.

I’m not even going to try to match the level of spectacular that Le Clown reached in his birthday post for me.  I know when I’m beat.  So I decided to switch things up.

As most of you know, Le Clown is a rabid fan of Star Wars.  More specifically, he’s a rabid fan of all things Sith.  Knowing this, I thought it would be nice to compose a special birthday haiku for him in the Sith language*:

Nice, right?

Then it occurred to me that to commemorate the birthday of such a magnificent™ soul, I should do something more grand and extravagant—something more befitting Le Clown.  After much meditating, pondering, tinkering, and ice cream eating, I came up with this:

This is the very first video I’ve ever done.  It took me ages to figure out how to do it, but I did it just for Le Clown.  I assume that George Lucas has already viewed it and is now curled up in the fetal position weeping over what could have been.

To my partner in crime and my best guy after Mr. Weebles:  May your 43rd year bring you health, happiness, and prosperity.  May you have much peace, love, and joy.  And may you have a metric assload of poutine.

So, as I said at the beginning, this is part of a whole celebration series.  There are two additional things before you can move on to the next post. First, I need to give you a letter as part of a password that Sara devised.  Second, I need to point you in the direction of the next blogger.

It’s diffiCult to Come up with a Clever way to provide a Clue about the seCret letter without aCtually Coming out and telling you or saying it aCCidentally.  Maybe if I ConCentrate and foCus you’ll magiCally piCk up the psychiC vibes.

As for your next blog visit, I present the following hints for your consideration:

Your fellow Canuck, she’s off the hook
She’s 5’9″ and lookin’ fine
Funny as hell, we know her well
She’s the bees’ knees, if you please

Now go and forth and enjoy.  Happy birthday, my friend.

*English translation:
It’s Eric’s birthday
Cake, presents, celebration
All that festive crap

Simply A-Meizing

January is a big month for birthdays on the blogosphere.

Today happens to be the birthday of one of my blogging besties, Meizac.  I met her through Le Clown (who else?) when she was cursed lucky enough to be chosen as his Personal Assistant for the week.  We started following each other’s blogs, then we became Facebook friends, and then we became real friends—even though we have yet to meet in person.

For those of you who follow Meizac, you know she is a tough broad in so many ways.  For starters, she could kick my ass in her sleep.  She boxes, she does kettlebells, and she did Tough Mudder last year.  If you don’t know what Tough Mudder is, picture the Marines’ physical training but with louder outfits.  Seriously, look at this shit.  She’s completely badass.

She’s in graduate school.  She teaches.  She’s the mother of two insanely precocious and adorable kids.  She cooks and bakes.  She’s Wonder Woman With Curly Hair, for fuck’s sake.  And throughout her life, she’s slogged through more mud, jumped over more hurdles, and clawed her way through more obstacles than anyone who isn’t a Navy SEAL.  If you read her blog, you know what I mean.  To go through everything she’s gone through, and to come out so phenomenally on the other side, is a true testament to the stuff she’s made of.  She’s an extraordinarily beautiful woman in every way.  And she’s much funnier than she realizes.  If I didn’t love her I’d hate her guts.

For my birthday, she made a video of herself doing 45 snatches (one of the unfortunately but hilariously named kettlebell moves) while wearing Jesus Jello labels all over herself.  I can’t possibly top that.  So I hope this post will do.

Happy birthday, my Curly Sister.  I am honored and privileged to be your friend.

Well shit, people

I’m sitting here crying like a little bitch.  And it’s all Le Clown’s fault.  Look at this post.

That’s right, 45 years ago today, Madame Weebles was unleashed on the world.  I know, you thought I was a lot older.  I get that a lot.

So here I am, reading this EPIC birthday post that Le Clown wrote—he also managed to assemble an All-Star roster of bloggers to participate.   Birthday greetings would have been fantastic enough, but there are videos, fancy poems, photos, artwork…holy fuck, it’s incredible.  I can’t even imagine how much time and effort it took for Eric—or for any of you—to do this, but I am stunned and moved and flabbergasted and tickled pink and purple by all of it.  Good thing I hadn’t put on any makeup yet because otherwise I’d look like this:

Seriously, this is amazing.  You’re amazing.  I feel amazed.

Big hugs, sloppy kisses with tongue, inappropriate groping, “inadvertent” pressing up against you, and a flash of the boobs, to the following people (apologies for not linking to you, otherwise I’d be here all day): Le Clown, Sara, Fish, Darla, Boomie, Brigitte, Speaker7 (and Hugo), Rutabaga, Brother Jon, Adam, Carrie, Robin, Meizac, Honie, Timmer, Calahan, Emily, JM, Curmudgeon, Limmster, Bumble, Bill McMorrow, Ericka, Elyse, Vanessa, Margarita, Michelle, John Erickson, Guap, Leo, Joe Hoover, Misslisted, GingerSnaap, Tania, Jen Tonic, Becca, Marie, Cathy, La La, Vyvacious, Val, Red and Mrs. Red, Wendy, LouAnn, Rich, Tracy, Frank, and Nicole.

Many sleazy warm fuzzies to everyone who left birthday comments on the post as well!

Yeah, I laughed, I cried, I laughed, I went “AWWWWWW!!!!!”, I cried, I laughed, I cried.  I went through a box of tissues.  And they weren’t Puffs with Lotion, so now my nose is all red like Le Clown’s.

I don’t even know what to do with myself.  I’m beyond verklempt.  I’m zerklempt.  Thank you all, so so so so so much.  Even if I get viciously murdered later today, you’ve still made this the best day I could ever hope for.  Really, I’m not kidding.  A million thank yous.

And on a final, bittersweet note, please send your very best juju to my mom, the woman who did most of the hard work 45 years ago.  Mom is starting chemo today, and we all know how much fun that is.

I love you all madly.  Come on over to my place tonight for cake and a group bath!!

An aviation birthday greeting

For Mr. John Erickson, my fellow WWII and military aircraft fan:

Hawker Hurricane
Avro Lancaster
P-38 Lightning (I’m omitting the “Lockheed” here so I can get this one in)
Piper L-4 Grasshoppper
Yokosuka MXY7 Ohka

Boeing B-17
Ilyushin IL-2
Republic P-47 Thunderbolt
Tupolev Tu-2
Horten Ho 229
De Havilland Mosquito
Arado Ar 234
Yakovlev Yak-9

Junkers Ju 87
Oh damn, I can’t think of a plane that begins with O
Heinkel He 111
Northrop P-61 Black Widow

May you run like a Merlin engine, soar like a B-29, and kick ass like a P-51 Mustang!

Foolishness and felicitations

Today’s music:  Jimmy Buffett – Cheeseburger in Paradise

Today’s post is a little out of the ordinary, to celebrate the birthday of someone who is also out of the ordinary.

(With apologies to the author of the original Mother’s Day poem)

E is for the Excellent guy he is
L is for the Limericks that he writes

G is for the Groovy songs he posts
U is for the UTube vids he shares
A is for the fifth letter in BRRRAAAAAIIINNNNSSSS!!!
P is for the Polls he has each week
O is for Oh My God, I can’t believe he bungee jumped

Put them all together, they spell EL GUAPO
A blogger that means the world to us!

Happy birthday, buddy!

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