Monday, March 28, 2011

Happy Birthday MOM!!!!!!!

Today is my Mom's 90th Birthday! (She's the one on the left.)

Yeah, that's me in the middle on my first birthday. That's about the look I have on my face whenever  I count the candles on my birthday cake. Actually, these days, it's an even more perplexed look. 

Where does the time go?

So, today, Mom, you are 90 years old.  You have no idea how thrilled I am to be able to celebrate this milestone with you, even though it's over the miles. The love I feel for you I could never express. The thankfulness I feel, for everything you've ever done for me, is equally difficult to put into words. 

All I can say is that I love you beyond words and thank you from the bottom of my heart......for everything. 

So, have a great day, Mommy. This family loves you and wishes you much health and happiness.

AND, I will see you in 3 weeks!!!!!!!!

Všetko najlepšie k narodeninám, mamička!!!!
(Yeah, there I am again, thrilled to be out in the freezing Pennsylvania air.....That's still my puss when I'm cold.)
Happy, Happy Birthday to the best Mom in the world!

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Not much doing......

Not much happening around here, so in order to come up with a new post, I had to do some scrounging. I don't want my 3 fans to think I've succumbed to an untimely end.

1st scrounge: 
Baby Downeastdoingstuff and I met on Fort Hill to see the Super Moon come up. I read that some predicted doom and gloom as a result of this celestial event, but all was well.
It was supposed to be 30 percent brighter and 14 percent larger. I think it was only 13 percent larger.


Yesterday morning I drove to work behind this truck for about 10 miles. I tried to avert my eyes from.....well.....you know, but I couldn't. Pervert.


Finally, this was the view THIS MORNING. Hey, it's spring!!! What the heck?
That's it. Pathetic, huh? I need more material......

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Happy Valentine's Day.....

 Valentine's Day was one month ago, give or take a day.
 
Mr. Downeastdoingstuff and I celebrated last night!!
 
Now I know that in your warped minds a number of scenarios might be racing through your brains and before you start hyperventilating........we just went out to dinner. 

(We've been married almost 36 years....celebrating Valentine's Day takes on many forms. ie. 'Don't buy me a card, and I won't buy you a card.', was something I vaguely think I uttered. [I'm not paying $6 for a card and neither is he! Being a math wiz I know that adds up to $12 bucks. Ridiculous.])

So we decided to go out to dinner to a nice place. Only took a month to figure out where to go.

OK, so we're a bit slow, but we don't need to impress each other any more. Well, no, I take that back.....Mr. DEDS needs to continually impress me. (He reads this blog, so I don't want him to think he can slack off.)
So off we went to Walter's, an upscale, contemporary (for Portland, Maine) restaurant that has received excellent reviews. It was really balmy out, about 40 degrees, so it was a nice night to go out on the town.

I took some photos, but it was so dang dark in there they are not very good, but here they are...


View from our table toward the front door.

(Notice how it's still light outside!!! Yippee....good bye winter.)

I had the Salmon dish. At the top was smoked salmon and at the bottom were two hunks of roasted salmon, each in a different sauce. It was all artfully placed on top of a bed of sauteed spinach and pine nuts. As a finishing touch, it was all impaled with three pieces of wood. (?)

Mr. DEDS had the Mixed Grill. A Petite Filet Mignon, Shrimp and Scallops. Garlic mashed potatoes and some other stuff we couldn't identify.

And in honor of our Valentine's Day celebration, a huge painting of a heart was hung up, I'm sure, just for our enjoyment. What a place.

Note: Yesterday was the last day of Restaurant Week in Portland, Maine. For one week you could go to many, many participating restaurants and pay one price (it varies from $20, $30 or $40) and get a three course meal. If you do the math, which you all know that I am good at, you actually save quite a bit of money that way. 

BTW...NOT buying two Valentine's Day cards bought us a glass of wine and another alcoholic concoction called Coco-mo. Good deal if you ask me.

Love you, Birdman.


Sunday, March 6, 2011

Sixty years......


Someone near and dear to us turned 60 years old on Saturday. 
60.
 All of us (yes, including me) in his generation look at each other, once it dawns on us how old we are and say,
 "Say what?"

It can't be! How can it be. Our parents and grandparents are 60, aren't they?

Age is a strange thing. It happens to you when you aren't looking. And there ain't no stopping it. 

But we celebrate it anyway. (how perverted is that?) 

And celebrate we did!!

Friday night a family dinner party with great surprises.
Saturday a huge affair.
Sunday an intimate brunch.

A whirlwind of a weekend. Great fun all around.

So sixty must mean other things, too.......so let's see what Google comes up with...

From Answers.com....
Q:What do you call someone that is sixty years old?
A: Well, I guess they're old, but you don't want to call them that so probably call them sixty year old or something like that.  (a genius at work)

King James Bible:
And if [it be] from sixty years old and above; if [it be] a male, then thy estimation shall be fifteen shekels, and for the female ten shekels.  
 
(WHAT??) (The Bible should be like Wikipedia. I would change that verse immediately!) 
(Notice they are called 'she'kels and not 'he'kels, btw.)

Now, this one, I agree with. I love Cary Grant. (An Affair to Remember)(Remember?)(sigh)


A recent headline: 
Sixty-Year-Old Japanese Woman Gives Birth    (ouch) (ouch) ( double ouch)


OK, OK, actually he's 61, but sitting next to Jennifer Lopez on American Idol makes him look a lot more like.....well, I don't know what it makes him look like. 


Some pretty good company here....(love how Liza Minelli is trying to keep Dolly Parton's boobs in.)



huh? This is a 60 year old accupuncturist doing self-accupuncture. Wonder what's wrong with him? Probably has no health insurance, thus the do-it-yourself kit. (Maybe he's just trying to remember his pin number. This way, all he has to do is count the pins when at an ATM. The long one is a decoy, in case anyone is watching him.)


So Happy Birthday, our dear Marchin. It was great fun, wasn't it?