Happy Birthday, Dad
Happy news first-- I got the job at Urbana High School, and I start as a teacher's aide as soon as I get the bloodborne pathogens workshop and the TB test out of the way. YAAAAAY!
Also. Today would have been my dad's 48th birthday, and had he been around I would have sung him all manner of vaguely depressing birthday songs. Instead, I wrote him a letter. I hope to do this every year-- I'll write him a letter and seal it, and then open last year's letter and read it and save it. I'm big on spur-of-the-moment ideas and not long on follow-through, so I'm telling all of you out there in internet-land about this so that it won't just fade into the Susan's Bright Ideas void.
And, because it's traditional, a depressing birthday song.
(Sung to the tune of the Volga Boatmen)
"Happy BIIIRTH-daaay (UGH!)
Happy BIIIIIRTH-daaay (UGH!)
Doom, destruction and despair
People dying everywhere
On your BIIIIIRTH-daaaay (UGH!)
Happy BIIIIIRTH-daaaaay (UGH)"
My grandfather handed that gem down to us. Happy cynical birthday, Dad. I love you.
Also. Today would have been my dad's 48th birthday, and had he been around I would have sung him all manner of vaguely depressing birthday songs. Instead, I wrote him a letter. I hope to do this every year-- I'll write him a letter and seal it, and then open last year's letter and read it and save it. I'm big on spur-of-the-moment ideas and not long on follow-through, so I'm telling all of you out there in internet-land about this so that it won't just fade into the Susan's Bright Ideas void.
And, because it's traditional, a depressing birthday song.
(Sung to the tune of the Volga Boatmen)
"Happy BIIIRTH-daaay (UGH!)
Happy BIIIIIRTH-daaay (UGH!)
Doom, destruction and despair
People dying everywhere
On your BIIIIIRTH-daaaay (UGH!)
Happy BIIIIIRTH-daaaaay (UGH)"
My grandfather handed that gem down to us. Happy cynical birthday, Dad. I love you.