Happy Birthday Pansy!

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Ah, birthdays. A chance to look back over your life and savor the memories of the good times, whether those good times actually happened or not.

So let's honor Pansy with the "This is Your Life" meme! Via Mrs Darwin (who herself just celebrated a birthday):


If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL MEMORY OF YOU AND PANSY MOSS.

It can be anything you want--good or bad--BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.

When you're finished, post this paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.

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I remember that time when we were back-packing through Europe, and we stayed at that seedy looking youth hostel. You insisted that we sleep on our packs as you were certain we'd get robbed. You mumbled something about your experiences in the hood and were quite insistent, so I acquiesced to humor you (but only until I saw that you had fallen asleep. There was no way I was going to spend all night on that lumpy thing). You got such a bad crick in your neck from the awkward sleeping position, you couldn't look anywhere but up. That's when you ran into that ancient Elvis impersonator who was wearing, oddly enough, a dashiki, and smelling of incense. Actually, you ran into many people that day as you couldn't see where you were going. That was a riot! Good times, Pansy.

Ordinarily I love games like this, but I have to be completely serious for a minute and note that Pansy`s b-day falls right between my husband`s (Dec. 4) and mine (Dec. 8), so if she ever lived near us, she, too, could celebrate "birthday week" with us.

A St. Nicholas Birthday - How delightful!!!

Happy Birthday!

Ah, yes, Pansy, there was that time that we were fishing and you insisted on using #12 hooks instead of the #10's I was using, and I said "OK, you go ahead, but you are going to have to change how you bait the thing." And, well, neither of us caught anything, accept that head cold that I caught from the cold and the damp...

Happy Birthday!

I remember the time we were going to make spaghetti sauce, and you decided you absolutely had to have home-made pasta too, so we ran half-way across town to the mall to find a pasta-maker. We packed the kids into my 15 passenger van. It took a whole hour to get them dressed (because it was winter, of course) even with Alex and Rosey-Posey helping, finally got them into the car and then Gorbulas and Maryssa decided, to our disgust, that they each had to go to the bathroom. So we took all the little kids to the bathroom, and finally, after a total of 1 hour and 15 minutes, were on the road. We arrived at the mall where people stared as one kid after another poured out of the van. With much pushing and shoving and both of us running around like sheepdogs herding sheep, we got them headed in the right direction, towards the main doors of the mall. It was just before Christmas, and all that corny Christmas music was playing, and there were extra booths everywhere, trying to sell electronic gadgets of all kinds. With determination in your eyes, and despair in mine, we set out for the kitchenware shop. Every 5 feet, we had to stop and drag a kid away from an electronic teleguided car, a realistic baby that giggles, cries, passes gas and burps, a lightsabor that gives your opponent a slight electric shock, a fully-wired doll house with appliances and accessories... must I go on? It took half an hour to get 50 feet to the kitchenware store whereupon at least 5 out of 10 children groaned "oh no! Not here!" Rosey-Posey and Alex wanted to go to the Music store instead and Posco decided he wanted to go with them. Maryssa suddenly needed to go to the bathroom again. We finally told the 3 oldest they could go look at music if they took Maryssa to the bathroom first, so we were left with the two babies and 5 kids. (This must have been last year, because you weren't pregant yet and Nicolas was a new-born) We stood looking in the doorway, then looked back at our brood, then looked back inside at all the expensive, breakable objects that were inside. "You go in." I said, "I'll stay here with them." While you were inside, with Fredegar, who was desperately trying to grab everything from inside the sling, Fastolph had to go to the bathroom, so I had to yell at Rosey-Posey, who had just come back and was in the music shop, to go and take him. Which she did rather reluctantly. Meanwhile I was trying to keep the four remaining young ones relatively calm, while holding on to a sleeping (and very heavy by now) Nicolas. You were inside loudly arguing with the employee about how expensive a pasta-maker was and how you couldn't pay that much, and wasn't there something they could do? You finally got a 10% rebate, paid for the darn thing and came outside. We had to wait for Rosey-Posey and Fastolph to come back and then there was complaining about how she hadn't had time to look at anything yet, so we hung around for 10 more minutes, until we felt like locking the kids in a cage and throwing away the key. We finally herded them all back towards the mall entrance, where we proceeded to put mits, coats and hats back on. 20 minutes later, we were back in the van, ready to go, and it was Dominic's turn to need to go to the bathroom. I rushed out to the mall with him, while you stayed in a very noisy, rumbling (groaning) van with the others. When we got back, we quickly drove home. About half a block from the house, Gorbulas wanted to know why there was a car with flashing red and blue lights following us. I sighed and pulled over. The police officer walked over to my rolled down window and asked me if I knew I had been speeding. Deciding to play it cool, I said "No, I was a little distracted." The police officer took a look in the back, and a strange expression came to his face. He decided to "warn" me just this once, and told me to try to pay more attention next time. I agreed.
When we finally got home, 3 out of the younger ones were asleep, so we put them to bed, turned on the TV, put in a movie, made popcorn to keep the older ones busy and then never made either pasta nor spaghetti sauce because we were too tired. We ordered 4 pizzas instead.

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