Saturday, January 9, 2010

39 and feeling fine.


No baby pictures digitized, to my knowledge, but let it never be said that I don't know from socks.

10 comments:

Lisa B. said...

Damn! so cute.

squadratomagico said...

Happy 39!

Moria said...

And many happy returns. (Please tell me mini-you was actually driving that bike?)

Flavia said...

Happy birthday!

(And though I didn't have the socks, I'm pretty sure I had exactly the shirt/shorts combo your younger sib is wearing. No motorbike, though.)

Renaissance Girl said...

Yes, F and M--my motorcycle, from age 8 through my growing into the bigger one at around 13. My little sis--who is, I believe, Flavia's age--should obviously NOT be wearing flip-flops (or as we innocently called them back then, "thongs"), but I can only see that with maternal hindsight. I can only suppose that I felt my socks would protect us both.

Ink said...

Happiest Birthday to you!

And you are rockin' those socks.

dkm said...

The socks are great, but I'm equally interested in your motorcycle. What sort of riding did you do, and when you got a bigger bike, what kind was it? I spent half my teenage years on a Honda CR125, so I'm wondering . . .

Renaissance Girl said...

dkm: Honda Trail 90, baby. The coolest bike ever built. Guess what I'm going to try to buy with my next "fellowship"...

dkm said...

The Honda 90. My goodness :) We had three hills near our home, called the roller-coaster hills. The ultimate test was to hit the first hill going about 50, fly over the second, and land coming down the back side of the third. I only ever tried it once, and that was on my brother's Honda 90. My theory was that given its moped type frame (no gas can up front, right?), a crash wouldn't, well, . . . you know. Result: one bad crash, one trashed 90, and one theory proven true.

I think your "fellowship" plan is grand!

J D said...

The good old days... Where is my chicken wing?
Happy Birthday!