Happy Birthday, Hun
One year ago today was one of the happiest days of my life. I had my grandson Gavin over for one glorious hour and documented it all right here (Try calling the police on me over my posting a year-old link, my darling ex, and see what happens).
July 7th also happens to be Mrs. JP's birthday. Well, today, I didn't have my grandson over but that's OK. I can live with his absence... for now...
Today is the first time I got to celebrate Mrs. JP's birthday with her here since she didn't arrive until late July last year.
The lead picture shows her appreciating her card. Put a yellow lab eating birthday cake on the front and you have a guaranteed winner. Here, I don't remember what she's opening up but it may be the one Andrew Vacchs's Burke novel she's never read.
I think she'd just opened up her autographed Kevin Millar Red Sox trading card.
Here, she'd just opened up her Lake Elsinore Storm hat. They're a minor league team. I'd never heard of them, either, but they have a really cool hat.
Not recorded for posterity is her opening up her INXS DVD.
Thank goodness for Amazon wish lists. I already took her out for a breakfast at Panera bread, picked up the cake and we're now going out for dinner. Blogging can wait another 24 hours. This is one of those days where one has to put political points aside and concentrate on those who do appreciate us and whom we appreciate in turn just for their very presence.
Try to stay cool, guys. We'll be back in town raising hell tomorrow morning.
posted by jurassicpork @ Wednesday, July 07, 2010
5 comments
5 Comments:
Happy Birthday, Mrs. JP, and glad to see you are doing better, JP !
Keep the faith and pass the ice cubes : )
JP, as much as you know I love your writing, this is one of the nicest posts. The human touch, she's great!
Keep it up.
Thanks, guys, but no more Mr. Nice Guy. Last night, less than an hour and a half after posting this, while eating at our favorite Mexican restaurant I got a text from someone in Ingrid's family informing me that they hate me and that Gavin says "Yuck" every time they mention my name (it was even signed, "your troll"). So, obviously, if that's true (and plainly he doesn't know who he's talking about) since the kid loves me, they're already brainwashing him and teaching him how to hate people he no longer knows. That's real big of them.
That's OK. I got the phone number and text stored away for loving posterity. I'm documenting everything for when I lower the boom and drop the fucking hammer on them all.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to drive to Auburndale, MA for a job interview with Partners Health Care Systems. Maybe I'll stop off and talk to their CIO and/or Director of Compliance about a certain person stalking me from their company's server...
Sad to see the warfare between you and Ingrid's family still goes on. That happened with me and my ex (who I was actually married to, which put me in a stronger legal position than you, although the end result was the same as with you.) It ate me up with bitterness for a decade and put a damper on the amount of happiness I could have had in the one and only existence I can count on getting.
Sometimes you gotta let go of the fight to prove that you're a better man than them. Unless maybe you're not...
P'ville reader:
How much do hateful, small-minded people have to take away from you before you finally have to declare, "Enough is enough"? These people had taken away from me everything I ever held dear these past 16+ years. They've vilified me, lied about me, dragged me to court and are stalking me every single Goddamned day and sending the cops to my house, leaving nasty messages here and now they're sending me text messages while I'm trying to eat dinner every time I mention Gavin's name. Plainly, I cannot keep living under these bullshit rules because doing so while under constant surveillance gets me nowhere.
It has nothing to do with how big a man I am. To me, a man's identity is largely based on his willingness to fight for his dignity and his rights, not to mention for the peace of mind of his loved ones. It has nothing whatsoever to do with being bigger or "better" than them.
This shit keeps up, I'll just leave it up to higher authorities than me to decide what happens to them. But Barb and I have had it. It isn't up to anyone but me to determine the extent of my 1st amendment rights.
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