One more candle

I am a product of high school sweethearts, literally. Born to two young high school kids who should have been concentrating on their homework but preferred driving around in my dad's '57 chev. Maybe it was the MotorVu Drive in or the backroads home from the movies, whatever the mood, it produced the Pirate. I would never know it by the love that was bestowed upon me all my life by my family but I am confident that there was a time there was some real pissed off parents. I was fortunate to have grandparents that loved me dearly but their kids were only a Sophmore and Junior in high school when they had to lay it on the line. It was a small town and my grandfather was the local police chief so there is no doubt I was a viable tissue mass that rumors are made of. Thanks be to my parents and the old '57 chev.

When you say the number, 46, you think of your parent's ages. It sounds too close to 50. All kidding aside I have no reluctance to my age. I thank God every day he gave me another day to harrass others, to plot devious schemes, to consume air, to espouse my opinions, to fart in store aisles, to give the finger to those that just plan bug me, to be the devil's advocate in a discussion, to read and watch whatever I want and to blog. Thanks be to God.

You know Elvis may have been king and had the looks, the voice and all the ladies but he never saw 46. So he can have all that I'll take my gifts.

Others that share this day with me: the great state of Michigan, Paul Newman, Anita Baker, Wayne Gretzke, Eddie VanHalen, one of my best friends Yvonne, General Douglas McCarther, the guy that played Paul Drake, this chick I met in college in my early Pirate day, who crossed my evil path one night and was as wild as.. (that's another post), my niece, Katie, and I'm sure there are more that I can't remember because I'm getting old.

My boss was nice enough to give me the day off today. Yep, I slept in until 9:30 this morning and got up, got a cup of coffee, turned on an old Jimmy Stewart movie and like clockwork my dad called. No matter where I might be on my birthday my dad has always got a hold of me first, as long as I can remember.



Older, fat, lovable and one mean Pirate.


Meredith tagged me for Five guilty pleasures. So bear with me or should that be bare with me.

1. Hollywood. I love movies, TV and all the bullcrap that goes along with it. I am a Hollywoodphile if there is such a word. I have always loved trivia and where else can one find so much trivia other then the place where most trivial events happen, Hollywood.

2. Passion. I love anything with passion. A debate, an explaination, a sporting event, love making, kissing, a piece of art, anything that projects passion. Even if I don't agree with it I am enamored with passion.

3. Being alone. I like the solice, the time to think, the opportunity to reflect and sense of no one expecting anything from me at that moment. To be self-absorbed for awhile.

4. The partaking of the herb.

5. Lust.

Good thing Meredith only wanted 5.