Posts tagged ‘birthday’

Happy Birthday to the Reigning Queen of Pink

21 August, 2010 | Big Ugly Man Doll | 1 Comment

Eight years ago this morning, SOBUMD and I went back to the baby-well one last time.  We had no idea that day that our daughter would grow up to be royalty – although I suppose we shouldn’t be surprised. 

This day, the 21st of August, hasn’t changed as much as it will.  Number One Son was born on the Summer Solstice.  The Human Tape Recorder was born on Halloween; SOBUMD on Memorial Day, and I on St. Patrick’s Day.  We researched for days trying to find a holiday – anywhere – celebrated on August 21. 

Now we know better.  It just wasn’t known as a holiday then.  Today will become a holiday, since it’s the birthday of the Reigning Queen of Pink, Grand Duchess of Fluff, Lord High Protector of Barbies, and Baroness of the Hummingbirds. 

So to her and everyone else:  Happy Reigning Queen of Pink Day!

All You Need To Do Is Ask

19 August, 2010 | Big Ugly Man Doll | 2 Comments

Big Ugly Man Doll:  So, your Majesty, you’re going to be 8 years old in a few days.  You must know stuff.  Tell me, what’s the true meaning of life?
Reigning Queen of Pink:  Math, Science, and people having babies.  Oh, and adopting babies for people who can’t have them.
BUMD:  That may be one of the best answers I’ve ever heard.  Thank you.
RQoP:  Don’t judge me, man.  It’s the best answer I can think of.

A Declaration of Independence

4 July, 2010 | Big Ugly Man Doll | 4 Comments

I’m declaring my independence.   We talk about it every year, but we haven’t done in 234 years, and that’s too long – so I’m taking the lead and declaring mine.   Like the man said, a decent respect for the opinions of others requires that I declare and describe that which impels me to this separation.  Besides, it’s a good day for it.

I declare my independence from advertising, both foreign and domestic.  I will no longer listen to blandishments convincing me to purchase things I do not need with money I do not have.  Today more than ever we see three types: the Haves, the Have-Nots, and the Have Not Yet Paid For What They Haves, and it is this third group that is most at risk and most heavily targeted.  Who doesn’t want that nice new car?  You can afford thaaaaat, come on, it’s just a few more dollars a month, and we can finance it for you over 10 years!  You’ll be able to pay for it eventually. 

I declare my independence from demagogues, liberals and conservatives alike, from those who listen to the other guy looking only for cheap shots and soundbites to snipe from.  I declare my independence not necessarily from God, but from all of His Followers, and His Follows, and His Other Followers.  And Her Followers too, for that matter.  You can all just keep it to yourselves.  Your religion is very much like your genitalia – everyone has their own, we all like to take them out of fiddle with them now and then, and they should be kept off of television and out of politics.  Which is ironic in itself, as the level of political discourse in this country pretty much comes down to two people arguing over who’s is bigger.   I do declare. 

I declare my independence from our very own American Axis of Evil:   Arizona, the Texas Board of Education, and the NFL.   In today’s headline roundup, there’s an idiot who’s decided it would be a good idea to require the utilities to check the immigration status of customers.    Cutting electricity, water, natural gas, even telephone lines at the homes of illegal immigrants, he said, would lower costs for the rest of the state’s customers. He believes the population spike in Arizona caused by illegal immigrants has forced the state to build new power plants and then raise rates for customers.  What are we, Arizona, 6th Graders?  “We don’t want to break up with them – we want them to break up with us.”  Next we can play bad music really loud in front of their houses at 3am and see if they’ll leave then.    If you know the address, go pick them up.  I can get you the INS hotline.  Moron. 

Then we have the Texas Board of Ed, which earlier this year pushed to downplay the influence that Tom Jefferson guy had in founding our nation because the notion of the “separation of church and state” has been traced to him.  Revising American history as taught in their public school text books still won’t change the fact that America was not built as a “Christian” nation.    From these people, I declare my independence. 

And don’t get me started about football.   I just don’t care.

I declare my independence from the state of Healthcare in this country.  I’ve found a two-step, simple to follow weight-loss rule that doctors and the insurance companies don’t want you know about, and I’m not even going to make you send me money for it.  Are you ready? 

  1. Eat less. 
  2. Exercise more. 

“No no, that won’t work – we need something more complicated or we don’t feel like we’re doing it right.”   OK, try this.  Every time you buy something at the store, read all the ingredients.  If you can’t pronounce at least half of them, put it back and stop eating that shit.  It’s not good for you.

I declare that all men are not are created equal, and that we shouldn’t worry too much about that fact.  Some people really are smarter than you and me, some are stronger, some are faster.  Deal with it.  They are all, however, endowed by their Creators with certain unalienable rights, those being the aforementioned life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.  They don’t have to buy stuff they can’t afford, eat crap they can’t pronounce, and learn lies they can’t believe – just because we’ve made those habits shiny and sugarcoated over the last 35 years doesn’t mean we have to do them.  We don’t have to make it uncomfortable by turning off people’s lights, either – if they’re not here legally, in a country founded as a nation of laws, then send them back to try it again the right way.  I know it’s hard.  Deal with it.  All people are not created equal. 

Declare your independence.  Speak your mind, then listen to others do the same.  The following three quotes probably sum it all up.

  • “Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law.”
  • “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.”
  • “Think for yourself, schumck.”

There, that wasn’t so hard.  And Happy 4th of July!

New Lows in Demonology

24 March, 2010 | Big Ugly Man Doll | No Comment

Not long ago, it was discovered that even Big Ugly Man Dolls have birthdays. Now, I’m at what I call the “Cards and Laughter” age, which is when someone cards you buying booze and you burst into laughter. I’m not complaining, but I’ve noticed I don’t get carded when I have the kids with me. I don’t know if that’s pragmatism or sympathy.

Anyway, having recently had a birthday, I thought I’d relate a quick tale of Number One Daughter, the Human Tape Recorder. This starts with MOBUMD (yes, I have a mother) bringing “The Birthday Candle” to the party. She brings one for every party; she used to just buy these in bulk and now owns stock in the company. These candles have rotating pyrotechnics, so you place it on the cake, light it, and a dozen or so small candles flop out – lit – and spin around while a mini-roman candle style firework burns in the center. All the while, a midi loud enough and high enough to makes dogs howl plays “Happy Birthday to You” relentlessly.

Once the pyrotechnics are done and you’ve blown out the smaller, more conventional weapons, you can remove this from the cake. It’s still playing Happy Birthday. You can then put it in the trash.

It’s still playing Happy Birthday.

You could hit it with a hammer. It’s still playing Happy Birthday. We tried keeping it quiet while we enjoyed our cake by putting it in the bottom of a pan filled with water. It’s still playing Happy Birthday. These things are built to survive global thermonuclear warfare.

So, we took it out of the water and put it in the trash, and took the trash outside. This is when Number One Daughter mentions what a great idea that is. “We can explain to everyone that this is how we ward away devils and zombies.”

To paraphrase the immortal Calvin’s dad, I don’t know which is the more appalling, her grasp of recycling or her grasp of demonology and necromancy. I guesss to be clear, it’s the idea that she HAS a grasp of devil-warding, demonology, and necromancy that appalls. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised; this is the one born on Halloween. It comes as naturally as shopping comes to the Reigning Queen of Pink. I wonder if that’s why I don’t get carded when she’s with me…

Happy Birthday!

20 June, 2009 | admin | No Comment

To Number One Son, who is nine today.  I wasn’t worried a bit, since I remember my own parents wondering if I was going to live past 8 years old myself – seems to be that magical "you’re going to get yourself killed" age.   Nine years old – make it nine more and you’re outta here, kid. 

And a happy birthday!

29 May, 2009 | admin | No Comment

To the Spouse of the Big Ugly Man Doll!  She’s another year more wonderful; each year she gets older and I get luckier to be married to her.  Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday to the Bonk!

31 October, 2008 | admin | No Comment

Once again, Halloween is here, and it’s another birthday.  It’s been an entire decade with the Human Tape Recorder, Number One Daughter. 

Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday!

21 August, 2008 | admin | No Comment

And today is the Birthday of the Reigning Queen of Pink, Grand Duchess of Fluff, and High Protector of Barbies. As should we say, “We are six now.”

Actually, what she told me was, and I quote: “Daddy, I’m going on seven now.”

Not that we’re in a hurry or anything…

Without Further Ado: Happy Birthday to Number One Son!

20 June, 2008 | admin | No Comment

Number One Son, who is in fact Only Son, is, today, on this First Day of Summer, just as this June date was the first day of Summer 8 years ago, is eight years old today!  Happy Birthday to my, and the, Number One Son!

And Happy Birthday to the Bonk!

31 October, 2007 | admin | No Comment

… To my eldest, who was a good and dutiful child even in utero. We learned early in 1998 that she was there, and that she’d be due in mid-November. The first thing I said was, oh, a Halloween baby!

The midwife induced on Oct 30, around 7 am, because it doesn’t really matter what the FATHER thinks about when babies should be born. Trust me that on the maternaty ward, all soon-to-be fathers are Big, Ugly, Man Dolls.

The baby in question, however, has a LOT to say about when the baby gets born. She held out for 21 hours, and was born around 3 AM on Holloween. To this day, my wife has never quite forgiven me.

Happy Birthday!!!