Metal Meredith

OK, so a few things happened today that freaked me out:

First, Zac Hanson, the little kid that was the drummer in Hanson, (you know, “MMMM Bop!") do you remember him? Let me help:

Ok, he is the little one.

Now, it was reported today that Zac Hanson is about to become a dad. I know, I know! WTF?!? Isn’t he 12 years old? Nope. I suppose not because here he is today:

with his wife. Good lord.

Secondly, Kevin Dubrow, the lead singer of Quiet Riot was found dead in his home in Las Vegas.

He is the blonde (that isn’t his real hair). He was 52. Fifty Two!

When did everyone get so. damn. old?

You must go here and read.

I love this so much that I must post photos. I am not sure why I think it is so cool, but I am trying to come to grips with the fact that Thanksgiving is over and I will have to throw it away.

It couldn’t be super, but it was ok, right? Tell me it was ok.

You see, Phil has never been big on Birthdays. His family never really went all out like mine did. Hell, I had a “Birthday Month” up until I had kids. It seemed that it lasted from the first until the last day with cards, dinners, gifts, etc. I love it and I enjoy it and wish it was still so.

Unfortunately, these days the kids take up too much time and energy that would normally be focused on making the day “Birthday-centric”. Phil was given one gift on Thanksgiving morning (a zoom lens for the camera - Thanks Stacey!) so he could play paparazzo with his family. This morning, we had pancakes for breakfast, subs for lunch and went to eat Thai food for dinner. Of course, this was not good as both children acted as if they were touched by something special.

Vivienne squirmed, knocked things over and didn’t want to eat anything while Henry screeched and whined and threw himself all over the highchair. We scarfed down what we could and evacuated to the book store. A little jaunt in the children’s section seemed to make everyone a little happier.

So his birthday wasn’t all that. Vivienne gave him a remote control helicopter, Henry a giant sized tub of jellybeans. I don’t think he is complaining.