That’s How Birthdays Work, Right?

The always lovely and talented Kat was generous enough to generate eleven whole post ideas for me. That means approximately one-third of my November posts will be Kat-themed. Which really kind of kicks ass.

The Kat idea (I really feel like we need a catchy term for that. But I’m not feeling clever enough to come up with one. Suggestions?) I’m using today is this: “your favorite memory from when you were five years old.”

Now, here’s the thing. I kinda sorta suck at remembering specific things from my childhood. And those things I do remember, there’s very little chance that I could accurately tell you what age they coincided with. So I’m going to give you a memory that makes me laugh, we’re all going to be content with the fact that it probably happened sometime between the ages of 3 and 5 (I know it was before I turned 6 because it took place in the “old house,” and we moved to the “new house” sometime during my 5th year of being alive. I think.), and everybody’s going to be happy with that. Agreed? Good.

The memory is this: It’s my dad’s birthday. I’m helping him set the table for dessert or something. There’s something I want from him. Let’s say, for the sake of the story, that I want to be allowed to serve the ice cream. (This would make sense because as a child I always wanted to help out with something. I reveled in feeling important enough to be given responsibilities. Which makes me sound like I was a really boring child.) (And I’m maybe still the same as an adult. But at least now wanting to be in charge of something makes me sound more ambitious than boring, right? Work with me here, people.)

Okay, so anyway. I want to serve the ice cream. My dad indicates that it’s not going to happen. And this is when I turn on my A-game and work my mad persuasion skillz:

“It’s your birthday, Dad, so you have to be nice to me.”

Air-tight logic, right? Who could argue with that?

My dad, that’s who: “No, actually the way it works is it’s my birthday so you have to be nice to me.”

Damn. Foiled again. Now I just had to sit there and have my ice cream served to me like everyone else. So. Lame.

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Breaking News! The doggie cuteness trifecta has been expanded to a … um … quadfecta? Sure, let’s go with that word. At least until RA chimes in with the correct word. Anyway, the newest doggie to bring you your weekly does of cuteness is the one and only Gus! Over at Thirty Before Thirty, Gus will be starring in Thank Gus It’s Friday. So head on over there, give him a scratch behind the ears, and welcome him to the club.

Now all the Internet needs is some doggie cuteness on Mondays. Hmmm…Wonder if I could persuade anyone out there who might be looking for post ideas to join in and complete the “quintfecta”?

November 2, 2007 | Filed Under NaBloPoMo 07, Nostalgia 

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8 Responses to “That’s How Birthdays Work, Right?”

  1. Christar on November 2nd, 2007

    Well at least you tried, right?! :)

    I already suck at NaBloPoMo. I didnt’ have access to the internet yesterday, so I already screwed up. :(

  2. Anna on November 2nd, 2007

    Gus and I feel very honored to be included in the quadfecta.

    I only hope that we can live up to the high level of cuteness that precedes us.

  3. RA on November 2nd, 2007

    Oh, my goodness, more doggie cuteness!!! We could use some lame-o real word like “quartet” or “foursome” (or is that dirty?). However, I much prefer “quadfecta”, as it implies greatness. Which is totally evident here.

  4. Suzanne on November 2nd, 2007

    My front runner name for a dog is Moose (I want a chocolate lab to bestow the name on). Alas, no Moose Mondays-yet.

  5. Erin on November 2nd, 2007

    Woo hoo! I’m excited for the quadfecta…and I agree with RA that we definitely need to keep the term.

  6. Lindsey on November 2nd, 2007

    I told Bugs about the idea and now he has set up appointments with lawyers, managers and PR agents. Then, he handed me a list of his demands–only bottled water in his water dish, caviar molded into the shape of a bone, a pimp cup?? What? Why does Bugs need a pimp cup? Next think you know he will be demanding that he get a “grill.” What a divo. Needless to say, things are being negotiated and we’re working out the contract. He said his agent would call me…and I was under no circumstances to call him.

    I expect everything to end favorably and perhaps we will be able to bring you a day of Bugs over at The Good Kind of Dorky.

  7. Rachelle on November 3rd, 2007

    How about “Kat Koncepts.” Okay, dorky but it’s a start.

    I’d love to join the doggie thing. Planning on posting puppy pics soon!

  8. SJ on November 4th, 2007

    Another cute doggie! Man, I just can’t stand it.

    And good efforts with the dad and the birthday thing! You aren’t boring by the way AT ALL.

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