That’s right, Hooligans, it’s that time of year. So in the words of the great Eric Cartman:
“It’s mah biiiiiirthday, mah buh-buh-buh-biiiiiiirthdaaaaay!”
I am now officially (well, actually not until like 11-something at night if you wanna get technical — sorry about that, Dear Sweet Mama!) the big 3-5… yes, alack and alay, no longer in my “early” thirties. It’s weird, though — I tested myself this morning by saying “that’s what SHE said,” and I still snorted and giggled. Then I high-fived myself. So, not grown-up yet… maybe next year?
Naaaaaaah.
So Chuckweasel and I are hitting the Mexican joint for birthday lunch today (not QUITE as fine as Casa Bonita from “South Park”, but add a waterfall and they’d be close!). Then I’ll be in an enchilada-induced coma for awhile, and by the time I can eat again Poor Ol’ Dad will be taking me to the Red Lobster on Sunday (we’re going after he gets home from church, the which I don’t have to go to, ’cause #1 I’m a heathen and #2 IT’S MAH BIRTHDAY!
That’s all for now — remember to check your emails to see what color Ultra-Mega-Mega Man you’re supposed to get me.
hoodyhoo 
Happy Birthday to You
You live in a Zoo
You look like a Monkey
And you smell like one Tooooooo!!
(that’s for your inner 12 year old. You’re welcome).
My ass has been warming up the mid-30s for ya for about a year and a half now. I have to say, it’s not that much fun. I am hurtling quickly to 40, and momma wants off this ride!
Have a great coma-inducing birthday lunch. That’s the great thing about birthdays. You can stuff yourself full of really bad for you food with complete impunity. Woo-hoo!!
Have a really great birthday. Happy Happy! (I’ll be waiting for my email, don’t wanna get the wrong color now do I?)
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I don’t know how I can follow that kind of birthday song. So I’m keeping it simple: Happy Birthday!
Do Mexican places have good cake? You’re gonna have birthday cake, right?
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Strangely enough, I am not a fan of cake, so I use the extra space for more booze! And it’s not my fault I smell like this, I’m ripening with age like a fine cheese!
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Bonita Birthday! : )
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Gracias!
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If you ever make it out to Colorado, I will take you out to Casa Bonita, home of the ragged splendour, and yes, waterfall and diving show while eating dinner. That’s CLASS!
In other news, 35 ain’t so bad. I got my first gray hair that I noticed. I keep showing people and they’re like, “Really? Where?” But people take me more seriously now, which makes it easier to fuck with them.
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CASA BONITA IS REAL???? Ho-ly-SHIT! And the gray hairs on TOP aren’t the ones I’m worried about!
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PS — your comment section hates me and won’t let me in (even as “Anonymous!) but I’m glad you’re back and had fun… now go flush the toilet in celebration!
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Yes, it’s real. http://www.casabonitadenver.com/
And ack ack ack ack ack about the gray hair thing.
OK, my comment section won’t let ME comment either when I’m at work because 1) I can’t use Firefox because stupid work has Google and google tries to log me in on my work login and 2) Internet explorer is… stupid or something. I can’t figure that fucker out.
I need to find a new commenting application or something, but that means work, and I haven’t done it yet.
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Also, the food at Casa Bonita leaves much to be desired. Their margaritas are not strong enough. Margaritas are too, food.
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If you like good Mexican food, Casa Bonita is not the place to go. But the waterfall and cave for kids, and the cliff divers, well those were pretty cool. lol. And I am sure they would serve shots if needed. lol.
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all I know is, if Eric Cartman likes it, that’s good enough for me!
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Fuck I bought you Rock Em Sock Em Robots. Good thing I kept the receipt.
Welcome to 35! It’s not as bad as I thought it would be. And that’s saying something, since the mere thought of it once put me in the fetal position under the kitchen table.
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honestly, when I was little, I could never even IMAGINE being this old. I thought you turned about 20, got married, had a few kids, and then died. I had no explanation for the fact that my parents and grandparents were A)all older than 20 and B) apparently alive past the age of 20!
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Happy Birthday! Do they bring you flan with a candle in it at Mexican restaurants?
I’m 3 years away from 40 and I still don’t feel or act like a grown up. So, here’s to many more years of you high-fiving yourself!
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Chuckweasel told me this morning (after I showed him that I had “painted” my fingernails black and red with a Sharpie marker) that you never actually “grow up,” you just learn how to behave in public. I don’t think I’ve done EITHER of those…
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Happy Birthday, Hoody Hoo! Have a fabulous day!
My favorite Mexican dessert is flan – have some for me, will ya?
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I can’t eat flan, it looks like a snot!
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HAPPPYPPYY BIRTHDAAAAAAYYY!
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THAAAAAAAAAANK YOOOOOOUUUU!
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Happy Birthday! Are you in a part of WV that has a Rio Grande? That was always my favorite place.
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We still have a couple around here, but there’s also been a recent influx of NON-Rio Grande Mexican places, and so far, one of those is the best.
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Happy birthday 🙂
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Thanks!
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Happy Birthday, Cartman. Can I get you the red Megaman? ‘Cuz, much like Kenny, I’m broke as a joke.
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Just don’t get me no fucking Ants in the Pants…
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Happy birthday! Enjoy your birthday coma.
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Thank you…. (((snore)))
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Happy Birthday! Remmeber-the flan cannot structurally support candles- it can get dangerous.
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I live for danger! It ain’t a party ’til some shit’s on FAHR!
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Birthday happy!Try to remember that you are old now and anything you do today will exact payment tomorrow!
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yeah, I’ve been having trouble with that lesson for some time now…
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And yet another reason we are similar…..
My bday is tomorrow and messican is on the menu.
BOOYAH!
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Happy Birthday Tazer – you may be Hoody’s unfound twin. The doctor kept predicting twins and she was born shortly – like minutes = before midnight. Perhaps they sneaked you out into another room somehow. It is a interesting conversation to have your OB between your legs looking earnestly and saying, Where is the other one? Sorry about the messican food thing – all i could eat was enchiladas and tomato soup for a long time. With an occassional Banquet messican tv dinner for variety.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY UNFOUND TWIN! And it IS entirely DSM’s fault we eat our weight in Messican — she forgot to mention she also ate those tamales inna can for like her entire pregnancy… mmmm, tamales inna can…
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Happy birthday, and as your present, I will respect your authoritah!
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that’s not a present! You were supposed to be doing that already! : )
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Of course I’m late. Not unbearably late, but…. ah well.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Also… 35? Get the fuck off my lawn.
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but, lady, my baseball went over your fence…
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Last time I fell for that line I wound up inducted into Mommyland.
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Happy Birthday! I’m on the downhill slope from 35 and hurtling towards 40 myself, but the older I get the less I care. I’m eagerly anticipating elastic waistband pants, the better to eat coma-inducing enchiladas in. I’m hoping to get more gray hairs, because they showcase purple and pink dye better. I’m looking forward to becoming thoroughly raddled so people stop expecting me to show up ANYWHERE sober.
Middle age, hah. BRING IT. Also, I’m sending you an incurable joie de vivre for your birthday. You’re welcome. Use wisely.
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DSM has already discovered that dye shows up better on gray hairs… but that the evil SUN will fade it right out! So she was not blue and purple for very long at the beach this year… alas…
And I’m enjoying the FUCK out of getting older… I find people are steadily decreasing their expectations of me!
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Happy birthday! I got a happy birthday “that’s what she said” story for you, because you’re right, it will always be funny. While at the Dunkin’ Donuts drive thru this morning, this conversation took place after I was handed a large, iced coffee that appeared to have milk in it:
me: Excuse me, sorry, but I ordered my coffee black?
dude at the window (who, incidentally was black): That coffee is black, ma’am.
I look at it.
me: Oh okay. Well, can you maybe.. make it… blacker?
dude: That’s what she said, ma’am.
enjoy your day!
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Similar experience at Ye Olde Burger King in my old (now deceased) car:
The guy at the money window actually ran up to the food window to tell me he liked my bumper sticker — which said “Herbs make the difference!” And I was thinking how cool it was that so many people were interested in natural healing… then I saw his big long “coke” fingernail and realized he thought I meant HERB, singular.
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and P.S. Your comments hate me, too — glad you got your shit together!
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I’m going to sing you happy birthday, Austrian style:
Heppy Bursday to you
Heppy Bursday to you
Heppy Bursday dear Hoody
Heppy Bursday to you
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Hmmm… you may be singing in Austrian, or you may just be drunk. Either way, a stellar effort!
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HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY!!
Red Lobster…Mmmmm. Did you get the Unending Shrimp? “Cause I got that last weekend and they had to throw my ass out of the place.
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haven’t gone to La Lobster yet — that’s Sunday. And I’ll be going with Poor Ol’ Dad, so I’ll hav to at least half-assed behave myself… otherwise they’d find out what a BAAAAD mistake that promotion is!
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You are a very clever individual!
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thanks! I hope you’re real and not spam!
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