It Could Totally Happen

If I was on The Walking Dead, these are the things I would want to do...

I don't have the greatest priorities in the Zombie Apocalypse.

Permission to enter the Armory?

Had a (much needed) half day at work. Most girls go get their nails done. I learned to "field strip" a 1911 and a Ruger P95.

Here's the first video where Hubs teaches me about a .45

Instead of using words like receiver, intake, port, release spring and chamber... he would switch the words to "thingie". See if you can count how many times Hubs said "thing" or  "thingie".  Not so helpful. Not that I know what those things are anyway.

He said it was like field stripping guns and charades combined.

So here is the second video, where I learn how to clean another weapon. The funny part is looking at my facial expressions.


Jazz hands!!! And no, I don't want to clean any more guns.

Yay. Now that he has taught me how to drive a manual truck and field strip weapons I'm empowered and ready for the Zombie Apocalypse.

Today is my birthday

I'm 34 today. It's not a special number or anything.

I didn't get any presents.

Or cards.

Turning 34 is interesting because 34 of my Facebook friends said some version of "Happy Birthday" on my timeline and some of them were pretty funny. (I liked Bueno's comment "This should be a National Holiday" the best.) It's National Clown Week. I effing HATE Clowns. And Zombies. Especially Clombies.

I had seven calls; three of which I was able to answer since I was at a work off site*. (KylAE, Devo and Brad actually got a hold of me. Kudos to Karla for the first call... and both Mom and Biggie Sue for singing. I totes saved the message from Glo cause not only did she 1) give birth to me but 2) has an awesome off-key and gloriously happy singing voice.) And my work peeps did wish me a HBD when I arrived. Not to mention, Trish the Dish spent 4 hours laboring over those those amaze-balls cinnamon rolls.

Two text messages. Devo gets bonus points for being the first to text and wish me a Happy Birthday, (before my husband BTW. 6:45 am!) and then following up with a call.

The Boopins didn't care as long as they got lovins when I got home.

Hubs gave me a big check to deposit into savings and then promised that we'd do something artsy with fine dining next weekend.


Am I the new Molly Ringwald, lamenting about her birthday in the digital age?


I guess I just wanted a candle on something. And people smiling at me that I was special today.
But I suppose all those HBD wishes I put on other peoples FB walls  on their special day feel the same.

The older I get, the more I yearn for connection. Yet, as connected we are at a touch of the keypad, the less we are truly intimately bonded.



*I'd like to note that the new regime says we get to take off work for our birthday ... yet I still had to "work" on my birthday.