{"id":3494,"date":"2012-06-14T07:08:01","date_gmt":"2012-06-14T12:08:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/zimmerscope.com\/Verbisaurus\/?p=3494"},"modified":"2012-06-14T07:09:42","modified_gmt":"2012-06-14T12:09:42","slug":"my-birthday","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/zimmerscope.com\/Verbisaurus\/2012\/06\/my-birthday\/","title":{"rendered":"My Birthday"},"content":{"rendered":"

Sunday, 10 June 2012<\/strong><\/p>\n

This afternoon, in a fit of uncharacteristic spontaneity, we went to\u00a0Jennifer’s parents’ house for the day.\u00a0Jennifer’s sister was there with her family, too, so\u00a0Owen and Isla got to play with their two cousins.<\/p>\n

It’s hot and humid today, exactly like I don’t like it. So the adults pretty much stayed inside. The kids played intermittently in a kiddie pool, on a slip-and-slide, with\u00a0the hose, and with a sand table.<\/p>\n

After we’d been there for a few horus, Jennifer asked me if I’d like her to go out and buy a treat for my birthday. At first, I said no, since it’s not my birthday. My birthday is tomorrow. But, after thinking about if for\u00a0five minutes or so, I thought to myself: “Don’t be such a ninny, James.” I realized\u00a0it might be more fun to share cake and ice cream with the extended family than waiting until tomorrow\u00a0after work. So I changed my mind.<\/p>\n

Here I am with my cake:<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>\u00a0From the way I’m holding the cake, it looks like my shirt + the dessert say: “I’m bringing Happy Birthday,” but that was unintentional. Also – holy cow! – do I ever need a haircut. Oh – and that’s my brother-in-law-to-be in the background, there. I mention this merely because it’s not often I get to use a word with four hyphens in it.<\/p>\n

Monday, 11 June 2012<\/strong><\/p>\n

So, unless your reading comprehension is deplorably low, it should come as no surprise when I say today is my birthday. I spent the day by going to work and then fighting traffic.\u00a0 It was glorious.<\/p>\n

Actually, in the evening, the four of us went out to eat at Chevy’s, which is a Mexican restaurant. Or, rather, an American interpretation of Mexican food, which is, in fact, the kind of Mexican-food interpretation I like best.<\/p>\n

Tonight, my wife lit a candle atop the remaining one quarter of my cake (see: yesterday) and she and Owen sung me happy birthday. Isla joined in the festivities by wearing a silly grin the whole time. She also helped me blow out my candle.<\/p>\n

My sister sent me a card, which thoughtfully arrived today, in which she wrote, “Holy shit you’re old.” She also called me to verbally provide birthday wishes. My Dad called, too, which I thought was kind of him.<\/p>\n

Since I’m now another year older, I’ll also have to add another item TO THIS PAGE<\/a>. But I haven’t yet. I’m still thinking of what to add.<\/p>\n

You know, on every one of my birthdays, I think of my grandfather – my maternal grandfather. He used to call me every year on my birthday – not to say happy birthday, but to share a scripture with me. I guess it’s okay for Witnesses to do that, I don’t know. Now, these scriptures didn’t necessarily say anything encouraging, or have any sort of advise in them; no, the only reason why my grandfather selected them was because they mentioned the number of my new year. For example, when I turned twelve, he maybe told me to look up Genesis 35:22, where it says that “Jacob had twelve sons.” And when I turned twenty-four, he told me to look up Revelation 19:4, where it says something about twenty-four elders bowing down and worshipping God.<\/p>\n

I used to try to make sure I caught his phone call each year and, on the rare occassion when I didn’t, I listened to his message, and made sure I looked up the scripture that very day. One time, I even pulled a concordance off my book shelf and looked up which numbers were in the bible. See, by my mid-twenties I started getting the feeling that not every<\/em> number is in the bible, and so maybe my grandfather would eventually get to a year when he wouldn’t have a scripture to share with me. I needn’t have worried, though; I forget how high, but I think every single number up past fifty is mentioned at least once in the bible.<\/p>\n

After Owen was born, my grandfather began calling on his birthday, too, and I remember reading Owen a scripture on both his first and second birthday (by which time I wasn’t even a theist anymore, but my grandfather didn’t know that).<\/p>\n

Anyway, he doesn’t call me anymore. Since I’m not a Witness anymore,\u00a0he believes it’s wrong for him to do something that was probably wrong for him to do back when I was a Witness.\u00a0Oh well.\u00a0Just\u00a0for shits and giggles, then, here’s an encouraging passage from the Holy Bible that includes the number of my age:<\/p>\n

“Uriah the Hittite. Thirty-seven in all.”
\n-2 Samuel 23:39<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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