The intellectual equivalent of a ham sandwich.

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Happy Birthday(s)!!!!

October is a busy month with my family for birthdays – a cake-tastic month! Happy birthday to my mom’s mom, brother, pops and the lady (aka my mom).

The bro!!

The mom!!


The mom’s mom!!! (With the bro and a cousin)

The pops!! (with me)

Happy birthday you clowns!

My Zombie Roomy (8/16/10)

Friday is my birthday, but I’ll be heading home to see my family on Thursday night – so the Zombie decided to throw me a birthday celebration today.

I don’t know if you’ve ever been to a zombie birthday party – but I wouldn’t recommend it. Well, that’s unfair – maybe it’s just my roommate that is really weird. But, apparently, the Zombie thinks the crème de la crème of parties is a 6th grade school dance.

My apartment had six balloons, bad music, and a math teacher (who looked like he was frightened for his life) standing in the corner of my kitchen. As soon as I walked in my apartment I knew it was a 6th grade dance – because I was suddenly very sure I’d never kiss a girl, and I remembered that Miss Whitehead is a big dumb lame-head.

It was incredibly weird. The only good part was when I approached the Zombie to thank him for the party, the math teacher said (out of habit I guess), “balloon-width apart, please.”

Happy Birthday to My Sista, E$

Some gems of emails from over the years (the current banner picture is her from when she was a tiny child) …

From around 2003,

“brad your email was very informative.
so yesterday i was trying to fax something and this black guy i work with called les goes “excuse me sister” so i turned to keith who was also faxing something and said “did he just call me sista?” and keith was like nah. so he comes back in and i ask les and he goes yea i did. you got the hair for it. so i mumbled darsh and got some strange stares.
peace ”

Work is sometimes tough –

“Spiked cereal on a Thursday??? Most people save that crap for Tuesdays.
Look at you, lush. This weekend will be nuts, I can already tell. Spiked
cereal for breakfast.
These poncho rumors are untrue, unfounded, and underrepresented.”

And, this dream which we finally fulfilled when I was home for Christmas:

“Skank face? I will punch you for that.
We should both wear some home made t-shirts tonight. If we had more time we
could make them some ridiculous ones and make them put them on.”

(At some point I’ll post pictures of the awesome shirts.)

Happy bday Stinky!