...go, Shawty, it's yer birfday...

JUST SHY OF HIS 43rd BIRTHDAY, THIS GUY WOULD DISLOCATE HIS KNEE ON THE DANCE FLOOR AT A WEDDING. 

INSTEAD OF 'PARTY[ING] LIKE IT'S 1999,' HE PARTIED LIKE HE WAS 99. AWESOME.

Yep, kids, today is your uncle's birthday. And, yes, that's me up there. And, again, yes, they had cameras back then. You were expecting a prehistoric cave painting? Gee, thanks a lot.

So, the title of this post was the very first thing that went through my mind this morning. Ordinarily I might have been more annoyed by that but, these days, I'm figuring that I should be grateful I have the mental capacity to remember song lyrics in the first place. So if 50 Cent wants to park himself in my subconscious mind today, so be it. Happy birthday to me. 

Holler!

Happy Beefday!

The super cute present from Kristine! In my favorite colors! I want a tie like the ribbon!

Beefy's Bon Birthday

With all this talk of food from yesterday's post, I realized that I hadn't given you any indication of the gastronomical delights that I had on my birthday in July. (One month into 40 and I take great relief that bodily functions and teeth are remaining intact. Whew!) So here is the glorious shindig and the accompanying photos of the amazing dinner prepared by my friend and fellow foodie Georgina (now a CIA graduate!). It was amazing! But I'm guessing you're about to figure that out on your own anyway. Bon appétit!

That "B" could have stood for "birthday", "Beefy", "Bradford", or "breakdown".
If ever the emotional comfort of food was felt... this was the time. Sigh.

Cows, Goats, Birthdays. Um, things that you milk!

Happy weekend, Kids!

Beefy Blushes Ruby Red

Shaken & Stirred

SFGirlbyBeefy

The big 4-oh my god.

Memory Lane

Given that it's my birthday today I thought I'd walk
you down a little part of memory lane with me, Kids... come on!

My Mom & Me. The nice lady inside that house just offered her $10.00 for me. Mom was hoping for $5.oo.

"Wow, now that is one ugly girl!" Thanks, Dad.


"Oh, Mom! I love the scalloped-edge detailing!"
The doll had nothing to do with me. My therapist told me so.

I was smiling because I thought this was a doughnut. The result of taking a bite of reality was a doctor's bill and a very complicated emotional relationship with food ever since.

Life took a downward spiral for a while after the "doughnut debacle". Over-imbibing on various juice products became par for the course. I thought I had it under control...you know...a glass of apple juice while I watched Sesame Street, maybe one or two more to get me through Captain Kangaroo. The pulling down of the drapes was the final straw for many.

Don't judge me....I needed the money for college.

Life in Juvenile Hall. It was rough but I held my own and it made me stronger. And don't let that floral print fool you...that guard would put the serious beatdowns on me! She was brutal. Actually, that's not a guard...it's my sister! I wasn't kidding about the beatdowns, though.