Happy Birthday to My Firstborn

Fourteen years ago today I became a Mom for the first time. In honor of my highly intelligent, highly cultured son Colby, I am going to share some tidbits about this day in history.

Music

On March 25, 1998, Will Smith’s "Getting’ Jiggy Wit It" was number one on the Billboard charts. Back in 1971, Tom Jones’ hit “She’s a Lady” goes gold. In 1939, Billboard Magazine introduced hillbilly music later referred to as country. This genre has now become one of the most popular and lucrative types of music in the world.

History

The first demonstration of pancake making occurred on this day in 1882. The demonstration was held in a New York City department store. Voltaire (French Enlightenment writer, historian & philosopher) left the court of Frederik II of Prussia on March 25, 1753. On Friday at 12 P.M. the city of Venice was founded in the year 421. In 1988, "Les Miserables" opened at Chunichi Theatre in Nagoya, Japan. Then in '89, "Les Miserables" opened at Auditorium Theatre in Chicago. And in 1969, John and Yoko Lennon kicked off their honeymoon with a bed-in for peace in Amsterdam.

Birthdays

Elton John – 1947

Aretha Franklin – 1942

Henry II – 1133

Giovanni Battista Amici (Italian astronomer) – 1786

Kate Di Camillo – 1964

Tsar Vasily III – 1479

Flannery O’Connor (my favorite writer (how ironic)) – 1925

Howard Cosell – 1918

The girl & the buffalo

The hairy beast lumbered towards me. Eyes glassy and dark. I hold out my little hand and its nostrils sniffed impatiently. My fingertips grazed its smooth jaw line then palmed his face. I whispered in the ancient language, thanking the beast for arriving.

We set off the two of us. One small human, one shaggy brown buffalo. The hills rolled out before us, its lush green carpet cushioning our steps. 

Endless miles we traveled, before finally the old oak tree lay ahead in the distance. As we moved closer, the bright white of the owl’s wings blinded our sight. His piercing blue orbs seemed to penetrate our very essence. 

I spoke first also in the ancient tongue but it was unnecessary. For Waldymir the Wise used telepathy (conversing with the mind). He saw everything: our strengths, our weaknesses.

He told us few had made the journey. That meant we were protected, chosen. He explained that our kind lay just on the other side of the tall oak. We were needed he said. 

For an evil entity named Edem had ravaged our world. Waldy as I would come to know him explained the horrors that had occurred. The entire planet of Yellgre had almost been annihilated.

I turned to my traveling companion. His tired yet hopeful eyes calmed me. Waldy urged us to believe and know that our dreams shall now be answered.

Family, future, home were all within reach. All we had to do was believe.

Happy St. Patty's Day

I appologize: I AM A TERRIBLE BLOGGER!!

Today is St. Patrick's Day. I am wearing my too cute kelly green shoes. I am ready. Also after work I will be going to my friend Krystal's baby's bday party. Sweet Jorja, she will be one year old. This morning I got in the car and guess what song was playing? Why Georgia on My Mind of course! And it made my already good morning even better.
So I''m wearing my green, no lepruchans will be pinching this girl today.

Here is a song for Jorja:

Happy Birthday from Ireland

On St. Patrick's Day, I was born.
America my home, my heritage unknown.
T'was two years ago on a musical journey
I found Ireland on the wings of a note.

O Ireland, how I long for your valleys and mountains!
How I long to see your hills and streams.
From my home 'cross the ocean, I hear your voice singing,
"Happy Birthday from Ireland, my child of the green!
La la laa, la di la laa, la laa di la la
Happy Birthday from Ireland, my child of the green!"

My Da played the tunes on squeezebox and fiddle.
And the songs they were tuned to the harp in my soul.
St Paddy, ye never told me that I was Irish.
'Till I heard your voice singing, bringing me home.
Now two years have passed and Ireland sings with me.
In every song that flows from my voice and from harp.
But I see your eyes smiling and your arms wide open.
From the way your children open their hearths and their hearts.