This is how I show my neighbor that he’s loved.
I managed to make it through another year alive. I wasn’t too sure after getting hit by a car and nearly killing myself on the side of a mountain, but it looks like I’m still in one piece.
29 years old. That’s a decent bit of time.
Funny/sad story. Two weeks ago I looked at Tree and said, “Dang Terese…I’m gonna be twenty eight years old.” She looked at me, with a sort of “Oh you poor thing” expression.
“Baby, You ARE 28. you’re going to be 29.”
I was a little taken aback. I had never internalized being 28. Seriously. The thought just never took hold. No sarcasm here. Here’s proof: Here’s a comment I made at the beginning of July, clearly saying I was 27 years old. And I’m not vain enough to just lie about my age.
I lost a whole year. I had 12 months to enjoy being 28, but I squandered it thinking I was lame old 27. I just googled “28 year old” and all I got was stories about 28yo guys murdering people. Imagine if I had taken hold of my 28’ness. I could have changed the world’s perception of 28 year old men.
But maybe it’s not too late. After all, I’ve got 12 more months of being 28!
We here at tonybullard.com would like to congratulate our founding member, Tony Bullard, on another year of life. As he embarks upon his 28th year of life, we would like to honor his mother for laboring him, his father for his hand in raising him, and his two sisters for doing all they could to destroy him before his adolescents. (Fortunately for us all he eventually hit puberty around the age of 18, and he was able to overcome them.)
Over the last year we have watched out founder raise his beautiful son, fall deeper in love with his wife, and become increasingly obsessed with bicycles. One will eventually kill him, one will bring him great frustration, and the other will cause lacerations and 2nd degree burns. We will leave it to the reader to decide which.
The staff here debated how to commemorate the last year, but ultimately decided against a recap, or “clip show” style recount of previous posts. We believe that if our readers wanted to ponder over the last year, they could easily go through the archives on the right. That, and we’re lazy, just as our founder has taught us to be.
So with that we ask that you join us in commemorating one of the most “OK, I guess” guys in the world on this day that we choose to honor his birth. Congratulations Mr. Bullard, you just got older.
Ok, so I’ve been dreading this post. I’ve put it off over and over again. While there’s not a horrific amount of photos to go through, I feel the need to have all the photos, and the most recent videos put all together in one post. And video editing is less than fun. Worst thing about it is it’s like credit card debt, the longer I put it off, the worse it gets. Noah just keeps doing more and more cute things that we just have to video. He’s such a jerk.
I think I’m just going to put off the video. I’ll just make the minimum payment and ignore the growing problem. Here’s hoping stops being adorable.
So, on to the birthday (I can hear Kathie saying, “Finally”. I hate her.) Noah’s birthday party went very well. I heard several people say it was a great party for a 2nd year birthday. Now, it may have been lip service, but it makes sense to me to just take kids to a park and feed them. The less activities I (read ‘Teresa’) have to plan and administer the better.
Not a whole lot of highlights to relay. Everyone had fun playing in the playground, which, again, was the plan. Comma. Sorry mom.
No, we did not use already-burnt candles, Noah just started blowing as soon as the lighter came out. What you see here is the first-lit candle already extinguished. Only one way to solve this issue, really.
As we sang ‘Happy Birthday’ (all rights reserved, copyright 1935, Summy-Birchard Music.) I literally had to deflect Noah’s constant attempts to blow out the candles. The song ended, my hand removed, Noah was free to blow out candles, but then had issues with the second one going out. Not a trick candle, I promise, he’s too young for that kind of evil. Not to say he won’t be old enough soon. But finally…