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Happy birthday to your boy...

I need to warn you that the next few years are gonna go by in the blink of an eye...my son turns 18 on Thanksgiving and it seems like only weeks since he was in ninth grade.

I hope you will be able to spend lots of time with your son these next several years. A lot of people denigrate teenagers but I have found that age group to be totally delightful. They are at turns idealistic and earthy, moods swinging like a chandelier in an earthquake, but hey, never ever boring!

may you enjoy these years as much as I am enjoying these teen years with mine...

Happy birthday, Crash Jr - and congratulations to mother and father!

Crash - pull yourself together, man! Brother Jon does the midlifes around here!

Happy Birthday Mini-Crash.

Hell, I feel old that I know people who have children. My advice to act like a child. I have an 18 inch pixie stick and a Quisp Bobbler head to play with, never fails to make me feel young again.

Hell, I feel old that I know people who have children.

That's just fucking perfect.

Happy birthday to your son, Crash. Don't feel bad about the advancing years - hell, it won't be long 'til you have a new old friend to drink beer with.

I got along with the old man way better after we started making it a habit of having a few together once in a while. YMMV, of course.

Crash, you're much too youthful to have a child that age! you must have married young - as I did.

My oldest child is now 21, my baby is nearly 19, and I feel younger than I have in a long time. I can sense that I'm still "maturing", heh, and that my judgment is much more prudent than it used to be. But I'm approaching a time when I'll have more freedom than I've had since they were babies! And I'm open to new experiences, travel, spontaneity - i feel lucky to have lived this long without turning old ;)

I can sense that I'm still "maturing", - That makes me feel wise, then older than my peers.

Happy Birthday, Young Crash. It was nice of your dad to share your Birthday, awwwww!. Crash Sr keep sharing your life with your son, you'll have to stay young.

May your birthday wishes come true Crash Jr.

Go Mini-Crash! It's your birthday!

Day late, but screw it. happy birthday mini-crash (can we assume that he's reading this, Mr. Davis?). I think we should get him an honorary MeFi membership. Or at least have him post something here, for the poo-flinging. Any thundersluts around to, well, hmmm. Nah. I'll stop here.

(wow, you all have kids that are just a couple of years younger than me. Eep! I apparently need to watch my language. I'd never talk this way in front of my mother.)

I never knew I was in such... venerable company, I always kind of felt like the dour old man around here. Turns out I'm the dour around-the-middle-of-the-bell-curve man.

*hands over well-thumbed bottle of 'Geritol with extra Bile' to the collective*

Happy Birthday, Mini-Crash! Go easy on your old man, he's spent his whole life digging that rut, he's not going to just jump out of it willy-nilly. And relax, no matter what he says, it doesn't make you go blind, that's a myth.

*adjusts glasses*

"They grow up so fast." Hmm. I've been casting doubt on that assertion since, oh, 1985 or so.

Happy celebration Crash, you lucky old man ...

I'm the dour around-the-middle-of-the-bell-curve man.
I guess that makes me the clapper.

Now you got me thinking about that old lady in the commercial-"Clap on *clap clap* Clap off *clap clap* Clap on, clap off-The Clapper"

And that, in turn, got me thinking about the "I've fallen and I can't get up" Lady.

Heh. Old people are funny.

(just a joke, people)

Yeah, watch it, bunny and tizzie will get on their Rascals and run you down like a really REALLY slow-moving dog in the street.

Then it's off to the Early Bird for some more monkey madness! (with a side of Monkey Metamucil, and then a nice 9622 Nap). Say hi to Matlock and Jessica for me.

I feel so young and alive!

*exults*

*collapses to the ground from exultation-induced charly horse*

*can't get up, briefly savors delicious irony*

Quiet, you young whipper-snappers! You're disturbing my nap.

OK, let's go back to the CD thread where everybody thought I was cool. This granny thread sucks like my false teeth when I eat soup.

Just a little earworm to piss you all off:

My son turned ten just the other day.
He said, "Thanks for the ball, dad, come on let's play.
Can you teach me to throw?" I said, "Not today,
I got a lot to do." He said, "That's ok."
And he walked away, but his smile never dimmmed,
Said, "I'm gonna be like him, yeah.
You know I'm gonna be like him."

You want earworm? I'll give ya earworm:

There's a land that I see
Where the children are free
And I say it ain't far
To that land from where we are

And you and me
are free to be
You and me.

Luckily I don't know that song, so your wicked wiles are wasted.

That sounds like some John Denver pinko commie crap, Kaf.

Don't make me call the TIPS line on your ass.

Just a guess, but does that last song have anything to do with Marlo Thomas?

"Free to Be You and Me" was a kids' book by (That Girl!) Marlo Thomas, later turned into a musical and TV show. It contained other light classics such "William Wants a Doll".

I think the general moral of the work was that we should all be eating tree bark a lot more.

I remember another part with babies talking to each other and one says to the other one "You're bald. Bald as a ping pong ball. Bald bald bald."

It's like a little taste of hell.

Bunnyfire wins a big warm fuzzy weeple that can't control its bladder.

There's a scene in the TV show where Kris Kristofferson sits in a circle of mellow folks and sings some uplifting song. He looks like he's been enjoying all manner of mind-altering substances in his trailer before shooting that number. Generally, drugs have made for good children's entertainment, but not in this case.

Then there's the part where Kris Kristofferson is killing vampires and smoking a lot--no wait, that's Blade.

It's a little known fact that the entire first printing of Free to Be ... had to be pulped when the misprint "William Wants a Rubber Love Doll" was discovered.

The 2nd printing can be identified by the sentence "William wants a GI Joe. GI Joes are not dolls! Dammit!"

I think a doll actually came with, like, the rainbow-family-sized edition of Free to Be ...? I have dim memories of several gathering dust when I worked for the evil B. Dalton's. I wanted to package them with the remaining Meese Commission Reports on Pornography and sell them cheap as a set.

octobersurprise: I don't know if anyone's told you lately, but you're a genius.

In other news, back problems flaring up, and I'm pretty sure I hear a heart flutter. Possible acid reflux and inclement dyspepsia on Tuesday, followed by arthritic cramping and whining Wednesday. Thursday looks pleasant, but you never know when a geriatric weather pattern will move in. Oy, where's my pills?

Posted by: readymade on November 11, 2002 02:47 PM

*bows, curtsies, etc.*

Anybody got any weeple diapers?

For those youngsters among us, that "free to be you and me" was back in the days when gender equality was fresh on the front burner. It was thought that girls and boys needed to be freed from the oppression of toys being classified by gender, i.e. trucks for boys, dolls for girls, etc. In the process of the struggle for women's equality (and trust me it was a struggle) it was felt that children could be socialized in a unisex manner. And that was the main purpose of Marlo's book.

I could go on but these aren't the blue pages.

I have to join ranks with my withered sisters and brethren, as long as we're admitting to our age. (Well, I'm too southern to actually ever admit my age... but I will say that technically, I'm old enough that had I not been careful with birth control, I would have to hide the Camaro keys from my teenagers. ;)

I admit, I feel kinda silly, knowing that I'm at least 10 years older than most of the moms on my block... :)

They in turn, probably resent you the ten kidless years of freedom you enjoyed before "settling down".

They also probably wonder at least twice a day if they could secretly Nair their husband's backs while they slept.

post, you ass.

Crash, in my haste to read your post, I thought your son was turning 13. I see he will be 15 on Wednesday. So will we here from him? I won't fling poo at him, I promise on my monkey's uncle.

hear from him.... as in post here at 9622net

i feel lucky to have lived this long without turning old

No chance of that, tizz ;)

As for me, I am just old enough to enjoy being young. Ha-ha-haaar!

ps: hb, mcd-j!

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