Birthdays Wot I Have Missed

Funny thing about moving and becoming part of a "merged" family instead of a bachelorette: I have less free time than I used to. My forays into my flist are pretty irregular these days, and I'm posting even less than that. So I've missed a bunch of birthdays.

Happy belateds to 47_trek_47, entrenous88, kimberlyfdr, stormwreath, wolvies_wench, and last, but NEVER least, poshcat. I hope you all had terrific days.

Poshy, you have the same birthday as Jim. However old you or I might feel, he's older. Waaaaaay older. As I dutifully remind him regularly. :-)

A World Without Spike

Imagine, if you will, a world without Spike. Or, at least, the Buffyverse without Spike. What would the world have looked like post-BtVS if Spike and Dru had never come to Sunnydale? I guess Kendra would still be alive or have been killed by a different vampire. The Anointed One would have gotten older, if not taller. Cordelia wouldn't have had a rebar go through her torso and might not have dumped Xander.

What else can you think of?

Also, a meme: ( What Tarot Card Am I? )

I Feel Old

I feel old. And more than a little pathetic.

We finally got some nice weather today--I swear it's been weeks since we last saw the sun--and MiddleJim and LittlestJim wanted to play soccer with Jim after dinner. Three people are hard to divide into teams, though, so they soon trooped back inside to ask me to play, too.

I hate team sports. I'm not terribly athletic at the best of times--if I'm going to play a sport, I'd like it to be an individual one so that I can humiliate myself in private. However, I have the damndest time saying no to MiddleJim, so I caved. I diligently trotted after the ball, discovered that I could either look at it and not trip over it while running or look where I was aiming to kick it, but not both. Ten minutes in, as I tried not to trip over LittlestJim when he deked around me, I felt something go POP in my left calf.

So now I'm back to sitting on the couch with a bag of frozen peas under my elevated leg. I can't put any weight on my left leg--Jim had to piggyback me home from the soccer field. And I'm wondering how I'm going to drive my standard transmission car into work tomorrow.

Someone pass the Geritol.