Jun
17
Mon
34

The Big 4-0

Today... I'm 40.

It's easier to blow them out when there's only two of them...

It's easier to blow them out when there's only two of them...

I don't feel like 40. Not that I know what 40 is *supposed* to feel like.

My only reference of what 40 is supposed to feel like is the mental picture I have of the not-biologicals when I was a youngling. And I definitely don't feel like that. And I sure as hell don't think I look like that either.

Birthday Selfie, post-shower.

Birthday Selfie, post-shower.

And I have lost count of how often I get told to grow up. That's a good sign that I'm still youthful, right?

There are times I catch myself pondering deep thoughts that I think are things other people hitting 40 must ponder. Or I am assuming that's what other people turning 40 must think. Like how the hell did 40 get here so fast?

Truth be told: it's just another day. I know one day I won't have another day. So I'm just glad for this one. I plan to soak up and savor the hours I have with those around me.

And of course, have a beverage or two.

Until next time...
Erik

Jun
16
Sun
12

P.F.D.

Pre-Forty Dinner, that is.

So, today, Sunday, is the last full day of my 39th year.

The Husbear attempted to "surprise" me with having my best friends over for dinner and a celebration. Which somewhat succeeded. In the surprise part. In the way I didn't know about it. ;-)

40. I don't know that I like that number....

40. I don't know that I like that number....

But I blew out the candles regardless.

I had a great evening with my besties: Mike, Dwayne, MAG, GypsyBiscuit, the Husbear, our oldest daughter and her husband.

Much food and alcohol was had. And then some Cards Against Humanity as well...

GypsyBiscuit, Dwayne, and the Son-in-Law...

GypsyBiscuit, Dwayne, and the Son-in-Law...

MAG and Mike...

MAG and Mike...

The Son-in-Law, the oldest daughter, the Husbear, and MAG...

The Son-in-Law, the oldest daughter, the Husbear, and MAG...

The most evil card game on the planet. And the most scratched up table...

The most evil card game on the planet. And the most scratched up table...

I received the most excellent present ever. Ever.

Doctor Who Chucks!

Doctor Who Chucks!

Seriously. The best present ever!!!!

I love my besties. So very much. And I'm glad they took time out of their schedules to come spend some time with me.

And now I'm drunk. Because alcohol was gifted and drank.

Tomorrow shall be interesting....

Until next time...
Erik

Jun
12
Wed
7

12 on 12, June 2013

My eighteenth "12 on 12".

The 12 on 12 challenge was created by Chad Darnell and picked up from a number of random bloggers who then linked back to him and vice versa. Chad stopped doing the 12 of 12 links in December of 2011, but has now passed the torch on to Janet Hughes. I'm linking with her, but I'm also giving a shout out to to Blobby's Blog as Blobby is the one who inspired me to do it.

All pictures were taken by me with my iPhone 4S.

So, this is my last 12 on 12. As a 30-something. I should make this good.

9:29 AM: Speaking of old. Today's pills.

9:29 AM: Speaking of old. Today's pills: Vitamins, minerals, and antibiotics. Oh my! Pretty soon I'll need to invest in one of those fancy every-day-of-the-week cases or something.

9:29 AM: Trying to find a photo of my for #throwbackthursday tomorrow.

9:29 AM: Trying to find a photo of my for #throwbackthursday tomorrow. I really need to get around to scanning all these old photos one of these days. When I have some free time. Which I'm sure will never happen.

10:17 AM: Red and blue.

10:17 AM: Red-ish and blue-ish.

10:18 AM: The "grand" staircase. Up closer.

10:18 AM: The "grand" staircase is finally making it's way up the ridge. The Husbear and I have been building this step-by-step, and it will go from road level to the level our house sits on. Eventually.

10:20 AM: Thistles growing along the road near the house.

10:20 AM: Thistles growing along the road near the house. And right after I took this picture, a strong wind blew and knocked one of the thistles into my head.

11:05 AM: My pile at the studio.

11:05 AM: My pile at the studio. I feel like I'm starting to get behind with all the projects I'm working on.

12:20 PM: Uploading files to my FB page. Damned social media.

12:20 PM: Uploading photos to my personal business FB page. Damned social media and all it's demands from a business owner.

12:41 PM: This sign reads something totally different to me that what they were probably intending...

12:41 PM: This sign reads something totally different to me that what they were probably intending...

8:35 PM: Why is Deadmau5 in my sink?

8:35 PM: Why is Deadmau5 in my sink tonight?

10:34 PM: Closing time. 2.5 hours later than normal.

10:34 PM: Closing time. 2.5 hours later than normal. So much for making it to my buddy's impromptu birthday dinner party. Or the gym. All because of two tattoos that went... wrong.

11:04 PM Mopping. Always with the mopping.

11:04 PM Mopping. Always with the mopping. And the bleaching.

11:08 PM: These two tattoos caused me a great deal of suffering tonight. Mostly because the wrong tattoo was put on the wrong person, and no one noticed until it was finished.

11:08 PM: These two tattoos caused me a great deal of suffering tonight. Mostly because the wrong tattoo was put on the wrong person, and no one noticed until it was finished.

And I'm publishing this from the studio tonight, as it's 11:30 PM, and I still have to finish some artwork for the next few days. If I don't hit "Publish" now, it's not going to happen on the 12th.

Until next time...
Erik