Crazy Old Cat Lady

I went to the URL for CatLady to see who got my preferred URL name and it's just one useless entry and then I checked out my next preferred URL name of CrazyCatLady (son#1 calls me "Crazy Lady" and the rest of the world calls me "Cat Lady" so I thought a URL was born) and she's a great writer, but I can't find any way to add a comment telling her so. So my URL ended up being CrazyOldCatLady. My web page is http://cvanhorn.homestead.com/

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

MY 77TH BIRTHDAY (Feb 21)



I got caught up in writing a story for "Growing Up In Fullerton" and forgot to start a post with my birthday date until it was too late. I will just have to borrow George Washington's (Feb 22 for those of you too young to have learned that date the easy way- getting that day off from school). My generation also knows Abe Lincoln's - Feb 12, having learned that by getting that day off from school too. None of this 3 day Monday holiday stuff for us so that no one has a clue when to really celebrate their days.

One of my favorite jokes was to tell my students that I was one day older than George Washington and let them figure it out for themselves. It wasn't so funny when they all just nodded OK, thinking that my joke was the plausible truth. ( Of course, it didn't help any that by then the 3 day Monday holiday had started and none of them had a clue when George's birthday was,)

It was a good day for a birthday party because when I had a party, we didn't have to worry about going home early to get ready for school the next day or worrying that we might eat too much cake and ice cream and be too sick to attend the next day.

I just wanted this post to put the picture of my birthday flowers on- beautiful peach tulips.

Click on "Comment" to see the story that I sent to the "Growing Up in Fullerton" group on Facebook for those of you who can't read it there. (I hope to copy it in the comment anyway. We'll see if I can. If I can't, you can always email me if you're interested in reading about a true Fullerton experience. I may also try to put my story about a horse almost killing me in an orange grove on West Malvern.)