Thursday, May 19, 2005

Just to Bring the Present Thing Full Circle

So, I got my birthday present in the mail from my dad and must report that my dad kicks ass. He got me When the Mississippi Ran Backwards : Empire, Intrigue, Murder, and the New Madrid Earthquakes by Jay Feldman. So, why does this present kick so much ass? (1) He heard about it on NPR* and thought the author was very interesting and that the story was weird, which made him (2) think of how much I like weird things and (3) how much I like books and so he thought (4) that I would really like the book. Had I ever heard of it? No. Was it on any of the lists I sent him? No. Instead, he considered the things he finds interesting and the things I find interesting and from that came up with a present. That breaks my heart. Thanks, Dad. *Since when does my dad listen to NPR? Maybe he heard about it on WLS. But he said NPR, so who knows? My parents' ability to surprise me knows no bounds.


Blogger Steve Pick said...

So, happy birthday, Aunt B! That does sound like a cool present from your dad. It's rare to get something like that completely unexpected, and yet interesting nonetheless.

Anyway, have a great time on your weekend off, and enjoy the fact that those of us who read you every day know you're the bomb!

5/19/2005 09:31:00 AM  
Blogger Peggasus said...

I second the Happy Birthday to You!

That book sounds great. I have actually experienced an earthquake emanating from the New Madrid fault. It was pretty cool, being I'm in Illinois and all.

P.S.: Can you tell your friend the Shill I'll try to get down there and say hi when she's in the hottub at the Jackhammer's game tomorrow? I have long blonde hair and will be slightly tipsy.

5/19/2005 10:17:00 AM  
Blogger tls said...

Peggasus -- I've got light brown hair (to my shoulder blades) that will undoubtedly be knotted into a bun/ponytail combo at the back of my head and will probably not be in the actual hottub but might be hiding out in the beer-can-shaped changing room if LE is embarrassing me. To assist you in your tipsy state, I shall pick an outfit: jeans and yellow Nike windbreaker. I will have my camera with me to record this momentus occasion for Aunt B.

5/19/2005 11:36:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Happy Birthday! Funny how much just knowing that a family member is thinking about you means isn't it? Congrats on the Ch 2 link! Thanks for my link, too!

5/19/2005 11:41:00 AM  
Blogger Aunt B said...

And, Peg, to spot the Legal Eagle, you should look for someone who has been deprived of the joys of Jello's peanut butter cup bars.

Poor, poor Legal Eagle, he's got no one to make him the best boxed dessert ever.

S.! Thanks for coming by. I love your blog.

Thanks for all of the birthday wishes. I'm feeling a little mushy about y'all now.

5/19/2005 12:49:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Happy Birthday!

5/19/2005 02:26:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Happy b-day yourself

what is your fascination with Jello no-bake peanut whatevers? I don't eat that crap, I have a very refined palate, any sweets going into my mouth are lovingly made from scratch by yours truly.


5/19/2005 02:43:00 PM  
Blogger Aunt B said...

LE, kudos to your cooking from scratch by yourself. Let's just put that in the catagory of "Of course that's fantastic."

But let's talk about the "desserts from a box" category. These things win that category hands-down.

In fact, a good spouse would whoop you some up for this weekend.

(Ha, that's right. I'm whooping up marital discord wherever I can!)

5/19/2005 02:58:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I am, as you may have heard, a bit of a snob. As a bit of a snob, I do not partake of the "desserts from a box" category. I understand that they are doing some wonderful things with food science these days that enables shelf stable combustables that almost taste like homemade, but me, I don't eat a lot of dessert (despite what my ampling girth may indicate) so when I do, I prefer the from scratch variety. Its the penance I must endure for the pending sin...

while a good spouse would do all kinds of things, including making me sweets on occassion, that is not what I have. I have CS, who I love dearly, but who would rather poke my expanding waistline than whip up snax


5/19/2005 03:03:00 PM  
Blogger Aunt B said...

Dear LE, your tale of deprived snobbery has me feeling very sorry for you. Why would a man who danced to Johnny Cash at his own wedding look down his nose at foodstuffs that appear cheesy but are really genius? The parallels are so sadly clear.

I guess the best you can hope for is that, perhaps, you are in the courtroom for some reason and the judge happens to look at you and demands you take a certain client and that client, so poor, can only pay you in Jello Peanut Butter Cup bars. I don't know if it works that way in real life, but I've seen enough Law & Order to make me hopeful.

5/19/2005 04:00:00 PM  

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