Happy Birthday to me

Thirty-four today, the anniversary of Elvis', Babe Ruth's, and Bela Lugosis' death. Coincidence??!! I think not! (Whatever the hell that means.) In addition we will commemorate the following - info courtesy of The History Channel:

- 1920, Birth of Charles Bukowski, leader of the "Meat School" poetry movement (get it? Mignon, MEAT, coincidence??? I think - aw fuck it...)

- 1967 Tonkin Gulf Resolution challenged : President Johnson's broad interpretation of the Gulf of Tonkin Resolution is attacked in the Senate Foreign Relations Subcommittee by the Chairman, Senator William Fulbright of Arkansas, who feels that Johnson has no mandate to conduct the war on the present scale. (hmmmm....)

- 1972 (the day I was born) Heavy air attacks on North Vietnam - U.S. fighter-bombers fly 370 air strikes against North Vietnam, the highest daily total of the year; additionally, there are eight B-52 strikes in the North. Meanwhile, U.S. warplanes flew 321 missions (including 27 B-52 strikes) in South Vietnam, mostly in Quang Tri province. Despite this heavy air activity, hopes for an agreement to end the war rise as Henry Kissinger leaves Paris to confer with President Thieu and his advisers.

- and last but not least, 1985, Last episode of Dukes of Hazzard airs

This morning I woke to Quinn snuggling up close and demanding milk, which would've been bliss if it weren't 1:15 this morning. And then 1:27, 2:20, 3:11, 3:40 and so on (and so on and so on and so on). Jerk. Then, when we finally did get up, everyone was cheerful and fully vimmed and vigored, while I had a dead animal in my mouth and a headache right above my left ear, perhaps where the dead animal dug it's little cave before it crawled into my mouth to die.

Anyway, not to worry! That all died down for almost a full half hour, between 9:30 and 9:55... until we went to Barnes and Noble where a rude salesperson basically evicted us from the childrens' book section (no worries, I complained rationally and articulately to two people who may or may not have been her best friends and then let Quinn pull all the books off of the artfully arranged Computer Science display table), and then Madeleine had a loud, sobbing meltdown when I wouldn't let her buy a stuffed lamb. An admittedly cute snuggly lamb, but still! No! Because for some reason I said NO when she initially took it off the shelf and then couldn't change my mind, because I learned from The Art of War that one must "be stern in the council-chamber, so that you may control the situation." And if you think parenting two kids under 5 isn't a type of warfare, then you're not my friend. Seriously? I'm almost positive Sun Tzu was a woman and the original title was misinterpreted from The Art of Parenting. And I'm also positive this wasn't an original thought, but what really is?

And on that uplifting note...

I've decided to add a song of the day to my posts. Then again, this may be the only one, if I forget (or "forget"). SO! Today's song is Gorillaz, Feel Good Inc. Did you Bounce Bounce a little? I do.