The kids and I slept in Buttercup’s bed last night.
It’s not a modern full-size bed, but one designed and built in the ’40s when beds were for sleeping, not for lounging. It definitely wasn’t designed for one adult-sized kid, one wild sleeping boy and their adult mother. That was the worst sleep I’ve had in years, and I’ve had some bad sleeps.
So I’m sitting at my PC contemplating going back to bed in my own bed by myself. It’s already 10 o’clock, so going back to sleep makes little sense. As I’m at the PC with bad sleep back pain, Heather tags me with a meme.
Dang. I kinda don’t like memes. Sometimes, I have a theme going for the week, and memes never really fit into whatever theme I have going. And they force me to reveal things about myself that no one truly need know. Who really cares that I brush my teeth only after I’m fully dressed?
But, you know, that Heather is a sweet girl. I’m doing this only because my only relevant option for the next few minutes is going back to bed or surfing the Web some more. And I’m doing it because she’s so nice to me and I can’t seem to say no to her. I will say no to you, so don’t even think about tagging me for something else, but I can’t say no to her. Today. I might learn to say no to her by tomorrow if she tags me again.
The meme: According to Wikipedia, three historical events that happened on my birthday, March 8
1817, the New York Stock Exchange is founded
1965, the first American combat troops for the Vietnam War arrive in South Viet Nam
1971, Joe Frazier defeats Muhammad Ali at Madison Square Garden in the Fight of the Century, first of three historical bouts, the others being Ali-Frazier II (Ali wins) and the Thrilla in Manila (Ali wins again)
Two “important” shared birthdays
1976, Hines Ward, Pittsburgh Steeler, 2007 Super Bowl MVP
1892, Mississippi John Hurt, American blues musician
One notable death
1993, Billy Eckstein, musician (b. 1914)
Any holiday or observances
International Women’s Day
I’m not tagging anybody. If this speaks to you, go for it. I’m going to watch TV. I think there’s some college basketball on today.
Tomorrow: blogging the first date with my not-so-mystery guest.
Posted by fringes on March 18, 2007 10:11 AM | Permalink
Comments
fringes, thanks so much for participating, although i know you don’t usualy do memes i thought this one was interesting due to the history angle. that and it isn’t realy a personal one. in the future though by all means say no if you wish, to any request! it’s only a request, not an order. i save those for cheeks. 
Posted by heather on March 18, 2007 12:12 PM
Heather! I complain because I love. It was fun and historical, my favorite combo.
Churlita, you’ll get to decide if there will be a second date. Vote carefully. Our dating lives are in your hands.
Posted by fringes on March 18, 2007 01:08 PM
I found out that my birthday is also National Coming Out Day. As my wife has pointed out, I already have enough things going on to make people wonder. It only makes a harder case when people openly come up to you on Naitonal Coming Out Day to offer well wishes and congratulations.
Posted by Grad School Reject on March 18, 2007 01:12 PM
Sleeping in the kid’s bed seems like enough of an update on the first date.
You need a couch.
Posted by Mist 1 on March 18, 2007 01:20 PM
GSR, are you meme-ing, then? On a non-Friday?
Mist, it’s a looooong story.
Posted by fringes on March 18, 2007 01:59 PM
I think it’s fate. You are meant to become a stockbroker and a boxer/wide receiver/blues musician!
Posted by seb on March 18, 2007 02:12 PM
Okay, I’m assuming there are at least three beds in your house. So, the obvious question is why where all three of you in one? Your surpise guest didn’t turn out to be a scary axe murderer, I hope?
Posted by Edgy Mama on March 18, 2007 02:17 PM
I don’t think of him as an axe murderer. Chain saws are much more his style.
Posted by Gyuss Baaltar on March 18, 2007 03:18 PM
Seb, I think that ship has sailed for me. Maybe in my next life…
EM, this single mom dating thing is treacherous. Plus, Little Man sleeps where I sleep. He wouldn’t know what his own bed looked like if he accidentally fell into it one night.
Gyuss, he does travel in style.
Posted by fringes on March 18, 2007 06:52 PM
*Side Note*
Instead of an axe/chainsaw I have also been caught using…I mean…would use a couple of ice picks or one of those Stanley Fubars you can get at Home Depot.
Posted by Q on March 19, 2007 08:13 AM
My boy’s the same, fringes. That’s why we call him Eddie, Jr. (As in Oedipus, not E-spouse)!
What is it with little boys and their Mamas?
Posted by Edgy Mama on March 19, 2007 02:14 PM
I remember trying to sleep with both girls when they were starting to get to old to sleep with anymore. It sucked. I hope you sleep better tonight.
I can’t wait to hear the date story.
Posted by churlita on March 18, 2007 11:56 AM