Thursday, November 07, 2013

Happy Birthday(s)!

The First Mrs. Pennington turns 70 today, a fact I find rather amazing.  "Amazing" in the sense the both of us have managed to live this long and I'm thinkin' more about me than she, given as how she's a saint in both habits and behavior as compared to YrHmblScrb.  Then again, she's also 18 months older than me, too.  I may or may not make it to 70 while she already has, and good on her for that.  I think a few pics are in order.


TFMP & Friend, c. 1969

SN2, (L), TFMP, SN1 (R), and Grandson Sean - SN1's commissioning, May 2000

TFMP and SN1, at SN2's house in Maine, June 2006
So.  Happy Birthday, Ramona.  Many happy returns!

Wait.  I said birthdays, plural.  It just so happens Joni Mitchell also turns 70 today... so Happy Birthday to you too, Joni!

There's a "ya hadda be there" sorta story involved here, as well.  It came to pass that Rolling Stone had Joni on the cover sometime in November of 1973 as part of a story that, if memory serves (BIG-ass caveat, that), was titled sumthin' along the lines of "On Turning 30."  Keep in mind that this was a point in time when us young'uns were constantly exhorting each other to "NEVER trust anyone over 30."  And then time caught up with some of us.  But not ME... not yet, anyway.  I was still a youngish 28... and I spent the next few months telling TFMP that I simply couldn't trust her any longer.  Or at least until such time as she threatened to beat the Hell outta me, at which time I ceased and desisted.  The woman did NOT make idle threats.

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  2. Those enchiladas look tasty! Nice family, looks like they have fun. I still think you were trying to have the Hef look goin' for you back in the day.

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    1. Thanks, Darryl. On all counts.

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  3. Wow, 70, I don't think I'll make it. Both sides of my family all pretty much cash out at 65. My brother died last month at 67, so he had the good gene's. My mother had jet black hair, and my father was blond, so I got the strawberry thing with skin that looked like it was bleached. I dyed my hair black when I was 13 and it was a disaster, ha. Strawberry was like the kiss of death for dating in High School. I'll have a glass of wine to wish you both longevity and envy her beautiful dark hair :-)

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    1. In re: the strawberry thing. I had that in my youth and was always complimented on it. But that was then, this is now... and we are VERY light blonde (heh) all over these days. As for longevity... one never knows. I think you're correct, in that our genes have the final say in all things. I may be blessed in that sense, since my biological father was well into his 80s the last time I heard from/of him. I MIGHT make it to 70.

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  4. Buck/

    OT, but our e-mail systems must hate each other. I exhaustively searched both my in-box and spam and no joy. Same-same as when I e-mailed you and got a good msg result but you never received it. Talk about electronic gremlins!

    Are you sure you tacked on *2001* to the end of my last name, no space? And put an underscore between my first and last? Resend today and I'll monitor the system like a hawk! (of course I don;t know what good it will do to get yours if mine never get to you, lol. Funny how these things sometimes work. EVERYONE who used to e-mail me from Lex's commentariat used to get thru ok except for Lex, himself, who used to ALWAYS end up in spam.. The Gods of the Electrons are nothing if not capricious--as you should well know from your experience in the good 'ole US & AF :.) )

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    1. I just re-sent, underscores and 2001, et al.

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  5. Happy belated birthday to TFMP. And I echo Barco's comments about the nice family and the "Hef" look.

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