Yes today I am fifty five. Lot's of fun. Ha.
I am planning an old school celebration. I am making myself meatballs and ravioli. I ordered myself an ice cream cake at the bakery. Actually a gelato cake. Pistachio and Zuppa Englse. Great stuff.
I will take the day off and the wife and I will watch a movie. Maybe the "Avengers" which is finally on pay per view. Enjoy our dinner. And relax.
Happiest of birthdays (until next year, of course). My son and I watched "Avengers" this weekend. Quite entertaining. I'll toast you later.
ReplyDeleteHappy birthday, kid.
ReplyDeleteRegarding Wheelers, didn't you write that your wife's friends husbands all died at 56? Do you feel a sense of foreboding yet? If not, why not.
My oldest brother, a sibling I had a great deal of respect for, died suddenly at age 54. When I made it to 55 I was greatly relieved to have made it that far. One week later I blew out my mitral valve, so I had to get open heart surgery.
But that was years ago, and I am still here - moral of this story - I have no idea, make your own.
Now go out and have some fun.
You're only as old as you feel. So, how do you feel?
ReplyDeleteHappy birthday, Trooper. And best wishes for many, many more.
ReplyDeleteNever mind the fatalist stuff - life gets better with each passing day above the sod. Savor every moment.
And 55? It's the new 45. And you can't drive 55.
Happy Birthday. Ditto what Haz said.
ReplyDeleteEvery day is a gift. Open it up and enjoy.
Happy Birthday, Trooper. I'm still a rookie to the Trooper Tavern but I'm glad I found it. We saw a hilarious woman comedian @ Brad Garrett's club in Vegas. She talked about how to keep husbands in line and her suggestion was "Blow Job Thursday" because it worked so well for her. Her husband wouldn't EVER do anything to mess up Thursday..an angel from Sun-Thursday. Well, it's your birthday and it's Thursday. I'll leave it @ that.
ReplyDeleteMega-dittoes to what Haz said, Troop. Enjoy your day.
ReplyDeleteI am singing this really sexy and throaty and my dress is flying up:
ReplyDeletehappy birthday to you
happy birthday to you
happy birthday Mr. Shopkeeper
happy birthday to you.
Boo boop de do.
I want to be hugged by you
by you, by you, by you
and nobody else but you.
Oopsie, my tit just fell out.
Just what makes that little old ant
think he can move a rubber tree plant
everyone knows
he
cant
but he has high hopes.
High apple pie and
high as a kite
boop. poop.
Kiss today goodbye!!!!!!!!!!!
The Sweetness and the Sorrow
What I did for LOVE
What I did for......
What I did for LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
LOVEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As we travel on, just remember
WHAT I DID FOR LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!
boo boop de do.
and finally
tits.
Thank you, good night everyone you have been a terrific audience, and I want to say this set is for you Troop.
Keep your heads up and keep reaching for the stars...you set my lips on fire....instant replay.
And tits.
Daylight
ReplyDeleteSee the dew on the sunflower
And a rose that is fading
Roses whither away
Like the sunflower
I yearn to turn my face to the dawn
I am waiting for the day . . .
Midnight
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan
Memory
All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Every streetlamp
Seems to beat a fatalistic warning
Someone mutters
And the streetlamp gutters
And soon it will be morning
Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I musn't give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin
Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale cold smell of morning
The streetlamp dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning
Touch me
It's so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me
You'll understand what happiness is
Look
A new day has begun
Thanks guys.
ReplyDeleteTroop,
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday...from a fly-on-wall. Amen to MH comment.
I'm looking at the freeway speed limit, and thinking, I can do that.
ReplyDeleteHappy birthday, old man!
ReplyDeleteYou're only as old as you feel? Aw, crap!
Groucho had another take on that - he said that you are only as old as the woman you feel.
ReplyDeleteHappy Meatballs and Ice Cream Cake Day!
ReplyDeleteVery good....carry on!
Speed is nothing compared with velocity.
ReplyDeleteYou gotta have direction.
Roger that, Victor.
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday!
ReplyDeleteBut I've gotta say, as someone whose birthday would get me a ticket, I have little sympathy for you slowpokes in the right lane.
Avoid Lady Gaga's Parents' Joint
ReplyDeleteOh and Happy Birthday.
Happy Birthday, Troop.
ReplyDeleteBased on the schedule you keep I'd say you're still young.
Happy birthday, Jim!
ReplyDelete55 is the new 30, or something. ;-)
Wait, if that is true then I am over 110! That can't be right.
ReplyDeleteHi Darce!
Hi Sixty! Loved your ramble above. Natch.
ReplyDeleteHi Fellow republicans.
ReplyDeleteCan I tell you that bicycle people have taken over my hood...and I fucking hate them.
They are fucking everywhere and they are rude. They hit cars, swear at cars, cause accidents, you have to constantly watch when you open your door.
And now they are on every fucking corner asking for signatures to enlarge their bike paths. I am like bitches there is no more road. If we enlarge the road we would need to tear down the businesses.
And now the cities have these huge "hubway" bike racks fucking everywhere where you can "rent" a bike.
Sometimes being an urban guerilla can be challenging. There are so many fucking people everywhere here. Cambridge/Somerville are one of the top 5 people per square mile area in the country. The only good to cum out of this is there are some incredibly hot bicycle people and the other night I did a guy who wanted me to put my hog in between his spokes while he blew me and I honked his bike horn.
Also, rents and home prices have fucking skyrocketed. The real estate queens always tell me, no inventory.
How are you? I care...not really.
tits.
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ReplyDeleteDarce, thanks, you are too kind, as usual.
ReplyDeleteMy oldest brother was quite the character, and truth be told, I miss him to this day. He would be 68 if he were still alive, but that was not to be.
Life, it's a bitch some times.
Hey Troop, I surely hope you are having a great day and eatin' the hell out of that ice cream cake - enjoy, dude!
When I did the bicycler and put my hog between his spokes I was a little nervous.
ReplyDeleteI thought to myself, what if he decides to drive off really fast on his bicycle and my hog gets caught and chopped off. And he did this on purpose? Then what? Do I report it to the cops, and if so what the fuck do I tell them? " Well, like you see, I was walking my rare breed dog and some bicycle person stopped and asked to blow me but he wanted to do it while my hog was in between his bike spokes and then he drove off really fast and cut off my hog....can you help"?
Also, the rare clumber was with me and had to watch the entire sexual experience and I felt like a terrible mother.
Thankfully, and fortunately he didn't drive off and I blew all over his handle bars.
Happy Birthday Trooper. Just more proof that only the good die young.
ReplyDeleteI am like bitches there's no more road.
ReplyDeleteThere's always more road. And more money. Just print it. Or imagine it. Or something. Always more of what "we" want because we are good people and what we want is good and will happen, reality be damned.
So stop being a faux Republican, Titus, and make the switch for real, if not to the Republicans then to the Tea Party Republicans cause that's where reality's at. You can even be an honorary Tea Party invert. They'll none of them care cause you're reality based and that's all that really counts. But I repeat myself...like Walt Whitman.
The eternal Titus question: Friend or faux?
ReplyDeleteIs the TOP comment section down?
ReplyDeleteI'm unable to view comments.
Tis a blessing, lad. Now get back to work!
ReplyDeleteI'm unable to view comments.
ReplyDeleteA feature, not a bug.
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ReplyDeletefüfefüfzg
ReplyDeleteThat's Swiss German for fiftyfive.
Pronounced foof-eh-foofsk
Now TY's site is slow. Inga may have launched coordinated attacks.
ReplyDeleteThe site is not slow.
ReplyDeleteNow some of the commentors?
Just wake up, Trooper? Helluva night, eh?
ReplyDeleteNow some of the commentors?
ReplyDeleteI'm the first to admit that I'm a little slow on the uptake. But I play by my own transparent set of rules and bide my own time.
chick you are too invested in TOP. Step away from the evil. You will probably feel great.
ReplyDeleteTroop, how was your night? Details please bitch.
So I just wandered over to TOP for the first time today and found a topic for the ages:
ReplyDeleteTalk about anything you want in the comments... including how desperate you felt when the blog was semi-inaccessible...
I haven't looked at the thread yet. I wanted to try to figure the probability that the first comment in it is not by edutcher before looking, but I quickly realized that my brain's setting for decimal precision isn't large enough to display that number.
Off to look now.
Whoa! Inga first, with chickelit a minute behind her. No edutcher sighting for 32 minutes after that.
ReplyDeleteGood thing I didn't put a bet down.
Looks like co-dependent city.
ReplyDeleteHaz do you go to your cottage in fall and winter/months?
ReplyDeleteMy parents close their place up and my mom always cries because the summer is over.
tits.
Hey Titus when you go to that cottage in Wisconsin is there a lot of cheese?
ReplyDeleteCrude, Troop.
ReplyDeleteTits.
Titus, my cottage is used all year. A local guy keeps the driveway plowed and a propane company keeps the tank filled so the furnace works. It gets cold - sometimes -30F, but skiing and snowshoeing are a lot of fun.
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