Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Birthday Crunch

I have always been a fan of Captain Crunch cereal. When I was a kid, I used to weed out all the crunch berries, put them in a bowl with milk and call it breakfast. My mom was not always happy, as I had a tendency to get tired of cereal quickly, or, in this case, leave the peanut butter part in the box until it got stale and had to be tossed. (I was not one of those kids raised on "whole grain, organic whatever" type foods. My parents pretty much let me eat whatever I wanted and since I got off my duff and ran around like crazy, my weight didn't suffer. I bet, though, if they checked my cholesterol at age 10, it would have been through the roof. It's in my genes. Anyway ... )

So, imagine my pleasant surprise when I sauntered into work today and discovered that one of my co-workers left a giant ziplock bag full of just the crunch berries on my desk as a birthday gift. She picked them out, all by herself. It's the little things in life, people. The chocolate cake and cards were also pretty cool. I predict that I will be sugar crashing on route 2 tonight. Drivers, you've been warned.

I plan on spending my birthday with the cat, chinese take out and the Celtics. Groovy.

9 Comments:

At 3:43 PM, Blogger Sam said...

Happy birthday! May your cat-hair-covered lap be a testament to the joy of the day.

 
At 5:57 PM, Blogger Jere said...

Happy Birthday, Witch City Sox Girl (Now in Somerville).

 
At 6:39 PM, Blogger 01245 said...

Thanks for the b-day wishes and whatnot. Game starts in 40 minutes ... I had risotto instead of chinese take out. Wow, I'm too lazy to pick up the phone and order food. What is my world coming to?

 
At 7:34 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ask Obiwan to call the next time!

PD

 
At 7:40 PM, Anonymous Steve said...

Happy Birthday! In the immortal words of Joe Costa...
"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLL"
(which I think is New Beh-fuhd for 'Happy Birthday')

 
At 10:35 AM, Blogger Peter N said...

Birthday greeting, oh wonder woman. And I was a TRIX kid myself. I fact I still feel like a kid often. It's fun.

 
At 12:41 PM, Blogger 01245 said...

Thanks again for all the b-day comments!

Obie Wan is lazier than me, but next time I'll see if he can get off his kitty butt and call the pizza dude.

GOAL is New Bedford for a lot of things.

Trix were up there on my list. As were Cookie Crisp, Cocoa Puffs and Frankenberry. Anything that turned the milk a pastel color was a-ok by me.

 
At 12:08 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I remember meeting another writer for the first time and because of a line from my first novel, he picked all the purple tootsie pops out of a one-pound bag and game them to me. So tell your co-worker that she might want to read the work of Dan Stashower who has the same generous-of-heart, thoughtful-enough-to-go-through-the-trouble-of-bringing-small-joys-to-people's-lives that he does.
Jere's Mom

 
At 10:36 AM, Blogger 01245 said...

Thanks for sharing such a sweet story, Jere's mom. I'll pass the author tip on to my friend.

 

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