Thank you for all the birthday wishes from everybody! Steve came home for lunch and brought me chocolate…..Whitman’s Sampler chocolate.
Beth is also home for lunch. She said Mike the Cop came into Walmart today and said he quit his job! So I can’t call him Mike the Cop anymore. It will have to be Mike the Ex-Cop. He’s been a Deer Park police officer for 7 years, and he has an impressive education in law enforcement. I can’t imagine him not a cop.
Ethan, I was just looking at that first birthday pic. I have chipmunk cheeks In fact, my mother and grandmother use to tell me that.
Our list of names for Red Lobster tonight has grown to 16. And Dorothy’s going to dance on the table and sing Yeah…I’ll be singing at her funeral, too.
We have a lot of fun.
My wonderful son has already told me that with 16 people going, that’s one person for every decade of my life. I have to slap him when I see him.
Today is my birthday. I cannot believe that my age now starts with a 5. (Go ahead….I know which ones of you are wanting to jump on that one! )
We are going to Red Lobster tonight. There are definitely 11 of us going, and possibly 15. Our Bible Study group from church is going, plus a few from our Sunday School class. It should be fun. Our Bible Study group cannot behave themselves. They’re a riot. There will be lots of laughter.
So here’s some pictures from past birthdays….way past.
My second….Easter Sunday 1959. I remember things about that birthday, eventhough I was only 2. I had a round, white cake covered in coconut and jellybeans, with a chocolate rabbit sitting in the middle of the cake. I wanted that rabbit, and my mother and grandmother made me sit at the kitchen table with that cake in front of me, so they could take pictures, and they wouldn’t let me touch that rabbit. I’ve already told Steve I want chocolate for my birthday.
My sixth….1963. That’s me in the middle, with my cousin, Caye on my left and my sister Tammy on my right:
My 13th…also on Easter Sunday in 1970. Standing is my sister, Tammy, on the left is my youngest sister, Heather, and on the right is my sister, Laurie. Laurie is interested in the cake. Her birthday was on March 24. She is 5 years younger than me.
You’ll have to wait to see a picture of my 50th. I’m very sure we’ll take pictures.
Here’s a picture of where I was born: St. Joseph’s Hospital in downtown Houston. It has gone from a building covering one block, to covering several blocks. It has expanded to a good sized medical center. The Maternity and Children’s Building where I was actually born is no longer there. It was demolished and a park with a beautiful waterfall is in its place. At one time, 1 out of every 3 babies born in Houston, was born at St. Joseph’s. Patrick Swayze was born there, too, in 1952.