{December 23, 2013}   Namesake

Today my Grammy, and my namesake, would have been ninety-one years old. However for the last five (almost six) years she has been celebrating eternal youth with my Grampa in Heaven. So here’s my message to my Grammy:

Happy Birthday, Grammy. Even though I miss you every day I know you and Grampa are happy, forever healthy and forever young in Heaven. I know you want me to take my time but I honestly can’t wait to see you again. And when we do meet again we will have some epic game tournaments, all of our favorites: Scrabble, Cribbage, Skip-Bo, Pokeno, etc. We’ll get the whole family together and maybe I can finally talk you into playing a game of Monopoly! Until then I always have you with me. I know you don’t really approve of tattoos but I have two Guardian Angels on my shoulders: you and Grampa. Give him a hug for me. I love you. Happy Birthday.

“There’s holes in the floor of Heaven and she’s watching over you and me…” ~Collin Rate, Holes in the Floor of Heaven

Grammy: 12/22/1922 – 01/20/2008

The Chief of Police sends you birthday wishes!

I had a great birthday Friday night. I got drunk and I played card and board games. I also got a new siren for my car and I can’t wait to play with the new noise maker!

I’m not feeling so hot today. I’ve got a stomach bug and have been having some intense stomach pains. Yucky.

{April 1, 2013}   My Birthday Wish

I’m not one of those modest people who are always saying, “You don’t need to buy me birthday gifts, it’s just another day”. Nope, I love presents! However, my birthday wish this year is that everyone be happy, because when everyone around me is happy, I’m happy.

I’m super-sensitive to other’s moods, especially their bad moods. I literally feel for them and when something goes wrong for someone close to me it can very well fuck up my whole day, even after they get over it. Is that weird? I can scoop up a dead body and forget about it as soon as I hop back into the driver’s seat of the ambulance, but if my fellow firefighter is having a rough day I carry that with me all day.

So for my Birthday on Friday I just want everyone to be happy!!! And maybe a present or two 🙂


Sarge enjoying a relaxing evening

It’s my Mother’s Birthday! We’re sitting around the living room drinking wine, martinis and White Russians, singing karaoke. Okay… I’M not singing, but we’re all having a good time.
Sarge included!

I’m twenty-three years old today. There’s nothing like a birthday to point out everything you haven’t done, everything you thought you’d be but haven’t become. Basically, all of your failures and shortcomings. So, I think birthdays are overrated. Unless, of course, you’re turning seven and are having an awesome birthday party at McDonald’s Play Place. Those were the days.

On a good note, my birthday gives cause to people supporting my habits. My Aunt went to the liquor store this morning and bought me my favorite, albeit pricey, wine. A BIG bottle. 🙂  Maybe by this evening I will be able to forget about the depression that my birthday has brought upon me and tie a few on and just be happy.

I have nothing planned for today except my short to-do list: do nothing. Haha. That’s all I want. I want to do nothing and I want to do it without visitors, mine or anyone else’s. I don’t think I ask for much?


{March 27, 2012}   Birthdays and Funerals

Today is my mother’s birthday. She turns fifty-one years old today. Luckily, since she sent me such a nice email yesterday morning that I was able to pen a nice poem for her. I used water paint to make a background and then I wrote the poem in ink in the center. I also added a couple of accents to fill up the empty space. Here’s the “card” I made her:


On a side note, my Uncle’s service will be on Thursday at our Church. I must admit that the selfish part of me does not want to go because I don’t want to be surrounded by people. On the other hand, you’re supposed to be miserable at funerals, right?

et cetera