Thirty-eight years ago, under a moonless night of the winter sky, a baby was born. He was the 7th son of the 7th son and he was destined for greatness.
Okay that's total BS. Thirty-eight years ago today a baby was born in the bright sunshine of early morn. He was his mother's second son, hid father's first. The baby's dad had two sisters not six brothers. And as far as destiny ... the boy was destined to be fat, hairy and deathly afraid of lettuce.
Thirty-eight. Not a milestone year I suppose but one I am looking forward to none-the-less. I choose to believe the next 365 days will be filled with love laughter and friendship. And of course a book deal. Given that the Means claim the world is gonna end 2 years from today, on my 40th B-day I plan to live it up.
Actually, I don't put much stock in the Means prediction. It appears to me their world ended longtime ago.
16 comments:
Happy Birthday! Here's to a long life with no lettuce! xxoo
Happy Birthday.
I will eat all the lettuce in your path today.
Happy birthday, man!
Happy birthday! I am 38 too....its a great year! Hahahaha lettuce!
Happy Birthday. I may not always comment but I ALWAYS read. You make me smile and sometimes, you make me spit coffee out all over my monitor.
Happy Birthday. I like the idea of living it up in 365 days, but I would suggest living it up today as well. My mom died at the ripe old age of 41, so seize the day. There's so much wisdom in that phrase, cliche or not.
And about that other mark ... remember that while 40 is the old age of youth, 50 is the youth of old age.
Hmmm ... I guess we can figure out which side I'm looking from. =D
Happy Birthday, youngster! LOL, what am I saying, I'm only turning 40 next April :)
I hope you have a nice birthday.
I remember 38 like it was just yesterday, just like 28 and 18 :)
Have a Happy Birthday Travis!
Happy Birthday, Big Guy! Live it up!
And a Happy Birthday to you, you whipper snapper....I'm holdin' fast at 43. I'm actually waiting till 50. I've threatened to get a tatoo...and a motorcycle.
No one is holding their breath.
Happy birthday!!!! May your day be full of turkey sarnies and good beer! And butt lotion! LOL! Take care
x
Enjoy the last two years of your thirties!
I'm sorry about your fear of lettuce. Is it debilitating? When I was pregnant with my first, lettuce tasted like chemicals to me unless my mother-in-law made the salad. It took me a year to eat it again.
Maybe the Myan calendar was a countdown to when they pop up and treat us to an exhibition of their human sacrifice rituals? I say they're all in hiding...
Oh yeah, and happy birthday!
"Let Us" all say "Happy Birthday!!!"
xoxo
Happy Birthday, Travis. :)
Happy Birthday. In your honor, I have gone all this day without eating anything green.
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