It’s now official. My youngest child is now 9. Next year is  the big 1-0.

This is what he got for his birthday:

But this is what I’d like to get him:

Before Banderas got there…

He had to start somewhere.

We’re celebrating AudaciousSon’s Birthday a few days earlier. He turns nine on Monday.

You can see the full set on Flickr.

In honor of Avitable’s Birthday, here’s a repost of my classic Avitable spoof.

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Happy Birthday Adam! See you in a week!

*Edit: Did I mention I have the flu? Apparently a side effect of the flu is that I can’t read because Hilly Tweeted “Happy BossDay” and I read “Happy Birthday”. Of course, I knew Adam’s birthday was on January 26th. Stupid brain. Meh, let’s make this Adam’s honorary birthday okay?

You say it’s LovelyWife’s birthday

It’s my birthday too, yeah

They say it’s LovelyWife’s birthday

We’re gonna have a good time

I’m glad it’s your birthday

Happy birthday to you.

Yes we’re going to a party party

Yes we’re going to a party party

Yes we’re going to a party party

I would like you to dance (Birthday)

Take a cha-cha-cha-chance (Birthday)

I would like you to dance (Birthday)

Dance

I would like you to dance (Birthday)

Take a cha-cha-cha-chance (Birthday)

I would like you to dance (Birthday)

Dance

You say it’s LovelyWife’s birthday

Well it’s my birthday too, yeah

You say it’s LovelyWife’s birthday

We’re gonna have a good time

I’m glad it’s LovelyWife’s birthday

Happy birthday to LovelyWife.

EDIT: LovelyWife came back around midnight and proceeded to have Tequila shots and play GH5. You can see pictures on Flickr.

EDIT EDIT: Smells like 35 year old Spirit – The video. LovelyWife turns 35 and she had some Spirit…

Yesterday was CutieDaughter Birthday. Of course you heard, and many thanks for the birthday wishes.

So of course today, I’m hungover.

I wish I could party like I was 11 again.

Let me start with a TUA à la Kapgar: Happy Birthday to my long-lost sister Poppy! I hope you have an awesome year! It’s the year of the Poppy! XXX. So head over there and wish her a happy birthday. Go, I’ll wait for you to come back.

There. On with the show:

On our last day in Quebec City we visited the Parc Aquarium du Québec. Because of the “du”, I had high expectations. It might not be obvious to my non French readind readers, but the difference between “de” and “du” is really important. You see, “Aquarium de Québec” would mean “Aquarium of the town of Quebec”, but “Aquarium du Québec” means “Aquarium of the whole province of Quebec”. I figured that if they bothered using the “du”, I was going to get quite a show.

I’d like to say that getting there was half the fun, but really it was more like 97% of the fun. Of course, I’m somewhat exaggerating, but I found that the state of disrepair of the different displays, combined with the cold weather and the crappy cafeteria food (I know, what did I expect, right?) made the whole experience meh.

I took this pictures at one of the fist displays, but it could’ve been any of them, really. Really.

I kept hitting the blue button, Matrix-style. No dice.

But, I smiled and played through the pain, and the kids had a pretty good time.

Thus concludes our escapade tu Québec City. If you’re so inclined, you can view all the Québec 2009 pictures on my Flickr.

And please, don’t forget to wish Happy Birthday to Poppy.

Yes it’s a math joke. Today I turn 38.

I’m not too worried about getting older. According to Statistics Canada, life expectancy keeps rising, to the point where 38 is not even 50% of what I can expect to get out of this body. Okay, maybe not THIS body, but I’m working on changing that. You see, I can still do many activities that make me feel young.

I can still…

Pitch a tent (Look how it makes the kids happy).

Get wood.

Hold the mighty Excalibur. (I know I looked surprized).

So, Happy Birthday to me!

I have a love-hate relationship with days off in the middle of the week.

I love them because:

• It’s an extra day off in the week.
• The commute is awesome (bedroom – living room via kitchen in 30 seconds).
• Every day that I don’t have to wear pants is a good day.
• Every day I don’t have to shave is a great day.
• This bullet is rated R and has been removed per LW request.
• It’s a perfect day to have lunch downtown or near the Canal.
• I can have wine before 4pm without getting weird looks from coworkers.

I hate them because:

• I still get up at 5:30 in the morning.
• It’s an extra day in the week where I have to do house work (like cleaning up the backyard, cleaning the BBQ, plan vacations).
• OK to be fair LW cleaned the BBQ.
• But then she kept telling me about all the vacation options. Now I have to decide today. Sigh.
• They’re not followed by another day off.
• Most stores are closed on those days.
• They’re not aligned with my American friends days off.
• Most of the fall on special days, and that means a whole bunch of tourists downtown.
• It’s only one day.
• I might forget to turn the alarm clock back on for the next morning.

If it was just me, I would trade the 8 public holidays we get every year  - February 16 (Family Day) April 10 (Good Friday) April 13 (Easter Monday) May 18 (Victoria Day) July 1 (Canada Day) August 3 (Civic Holiday) September 7 (Labour Day) October 12 (Thanksgiving) – for an extra week and a half off at the end of August, just before the school year starts.

However, I also think that I should get my birthday off.

Of course, some workplaces are really really cool and have Friday movie days, or work from the pool day, or skip work to go to Disney day. We can’t all be that lucky.

What do you think? If I ever run as Prime Minister*, what kind of holiday platform should I put forward?

TUA: Today is fellow Canadian extraordinaire BluePaintRed’s Birthday. She hits the big 3-0 today (That’s like 26 in US years) so go wish her a very happy birthday, m’kay? I hope she never ran against me for the Prime Minister gig, because she’d probably run on a cupcake and cookies platform, and I couldn’t beat that.

*Canadian Presidents are called Prime Ministers because their cabinets can only be formed by a prime number of MPs (or is it their birth date? I can never remember). We used to call them Fibonacci Ministers, but no one would get it.

It’s Flower. Mother Flower. It’s Mother’s Day! 

My Brother the Professor (MBtP) already has a très funny post up about Mother’s Day. If you don’t get it, the guy on the picture is famous Hell’s Angel Boss, Maurice “Mom” Boucher.

I’m not even going to try to be funny because last year I went to Montréal for a last minute Apple training, and completely forgot about Mother’s day. I’ve been told that yhis was not one of my finest moments. 

I’m not forgetting this year.

So Mom, if you read this: Happy Mother’s day! If you don’t read this, I’ll call you anyways.

Hey, it’s Lovely Wife’s birthday today.

Now I probably won’t live to see her next birthday.