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Today is my birthday.  I’m indifferent about my age so I might as well just not even mention the number.

Husby took me on the birthday outing of my choice – a trip to the Minnesota Zoo.  We haven’t visited in quite a number of years so I thought it would be a fun day.  We saw some amazing things, and I even managed to remember to take a few photos.

Beautiful and graceful flamingos. Did you know the sound they make is almost cow-like? That’s what I thought, at least.


A slew of very peppy prairie dogs. I love their tiny, little ears.


A very large bear. He kept scratching his snout.

I didn’t take a ton of photos because well, you know, being in the moment and all.  However, I did manage to get a good collection of otter photos.  There were several varieties of these playful little creatures and I couldn’t resist taking a shot or two of each.

Here’s one getting ready to slide down a miniature waterfall.


Now we see a couple swimming on their backs and having some lunch.


It was naptime for these three little otters.

We saw everything from mudpuppies to kangaroos, from tigers to leafy sea dragons, but the otters will always manage to steal my heart.  An otter birthday for me with an otter year to anticipate.

Happy birthday to me!


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Speaking Of Birthdays…

Yesterday I reminisced about my birthday a year ago.  Today I’m going to reminisce about my birthday a day ago.  It wasn’t quite as elaborate as flying home after a week on the Rhine River, but still it was a ton of fun.

When I realized the toys I played with as a kid are now for sale in antique stores I decided to do something nostalgic for my birthday, and what’s more nostalgic than…BOWLING?!

Oh, I know, bowling is still a current activity, sport, social-gathering-fun-time-thing these days, but neither Husby nor I had been bowling in over a decade, maybe two.  I decided it was high time we tried it out again.

In case you aren’t familiar with bowling, it entails rolling a very heavy ball down a very long, slippery floor and knocking down the white pins at the end of that long, slippery floor.  If you’re really, really good you’ll knock down all ten pins every time you roll the ball.  If you’re really, really bad your ball will end up in the gutter every time and you’ll knock down no pins.  Husby and I fell between being really, really good and really, really bad, leaning toward the bad end of the spectrum.  But we had a blast!  The best thing about modern day bowling is automatic scoring – no need to have any knowledge of special symbols and who gets to roll the ball when.  Computers are awesome!

I mentioned nostalgia before, and this place delivers.

The place is Elsie’s in Northeast Minneapolis.  Yes, bowling alley and restaurant, and a very good restaurant at that.  In fact, it was a previous Dive Night destination. Husby and I had a very delicious and satisfying meal after our rigorous competition against each other.

You’re wondering who was the superior bowler.  I’m happy to say that I won two out of three lines, but I’m pretty sure Husby let me win because it was my birthday.  He didn’t let me win by much though.

Happy Birthday to me!

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Happy Birthday, Diggy

Today is February 4th.  Today is also Diggy’s birthday.  For those of you who don’t know, Diggy came into my life when I was five years old and left it when I was forty-four.  He would have been forty-nine today if he had stayed around, but apparently he had somewhere else to be.  I’m pretty sure he’s fishing with his Grandpa Mike on some days, and on others he’s probably busy haunting people.  Or maybe he’s part of the welcoming committee for the likes of David Bowie and Glenn Frey.  Or maybe…oh, I can’t even imagine, or maybe I imagine too much.

I’m a bona fide member of the Dead Sibling Club, and I know I’m in good, albeit sad, company.  If you don’t belong to the club you might be in even better company because you still have all of your siblings.  If you do belong, you totally get the heart-breaking entrance requirements.

Happy Birthday, Diggy.  You live on in so many ways, and yet we miss seeing you.  We toast you at occasions and write dumb blog posts with you as the star.  No words can bring you back, no wishing with all of my might can either.  But even though I can’t see you you’re still a part of my life.  Without you I would have been a completely different person.  Without me you would have had to put up with way less crap.  What are big sisters for?

I don’t know whether to wish Diggy “Rest In Peace” or “Forge On,” but I’m leaning toward the latter.  Forge on, Diggy, and spread your Diggy-ness wherever you are.  Say “hi” to Grandpa Mike for me on your next fishing trip.

Me & Diggy, circa 1968





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A Happy Day

He’s my chef.
He’s my gardener.
He’s my tax man and financial advisor.
He’s my personal jester.
He’s my shoulder to cry on.
He’s my teacher.
He’s my student.
Best of all, he’s my husband.

Happy birthday, my little May Basket.

A most adorable couple are we.

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Happy Day

I’m taking a break from the usual Wordless Wednesday post to give a special bloggy greeting to Charlotte.  It’s her birthday today and she loves as much adoration as she can get.  Who wouldn’t?!

Happy Birthday Charlotte!  I hope your day is filled with rainbows and unicorns ~ or better yet, a tiny wine and a Heath Bar (or three).  You’ve made a positive difference in a lot of lives, especially mine!

Here’s to a happy day and many more years!

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