viernes, diciembre 01, 2006

Happy Birthday Goth Junior

So, it's official today. Twelve years to the day since miracle number 1 in my life appeared on the planet. True to form, he waited until just after closing time at the pub to make his mother's waters break and start his arduous journey out. Can't say I was impressed with the 9 hour labour ordeal but he was worth the wait.

So I undertake my ordeal of travelling back to that horrid country where he lives with his mother in order to hug him and tell him how proud I am of him and how much I love him.

He has it tough really. Fast-tracking in the school system, officially labelled as gifted - the girls love him for his elfin qualities and demeanour. Boys hate him for being so popular with the girls. Long black hair, a gift for languages and computers as well as a gifted musician. (Don't know where he picked all this up from - sounds nothing like his mother!).

I don't care though - Goth Junior is a star in my universe of love.

Not so happy about all the messing around with flights I will undertake over the next four days but I will be happy at the gleam in his eye when he smiles (against Goth protocol I know) seeing Goth Senior walk through the door. Should also be happy with the CD's I Amazonned in advance to be on the safe side (including, funnily enough the latest Evanescence CD - his request). Spooky but true.

It's a shame I can't see him every day but then I would also have to see Mrs Ex-Goth every day and that just wouldn't work. I should also give a mention to Gothette Junior (miracle number 2) - not her birthday but I love her equally as much. She does have qualities I can equate with her mother - stubborn, bloody-minded, very beautiful and can be a royal pain-in-the-arse. But, she is fiercely protective of her brother and would literally kick the shit out of anyone picking on him. I know, I've been on the receiving end of said ferocity. Luckily, as my arms are long enough I could just put my hand on her head, far enough away that she couldn't kick, punch or bite me, until the storm had blown itself out.


LBoC ->"Take junior lessons. Take a lesson in calmness from children: watch how they live every moment for the pleasure of the moment. Pretend and you could be like that too" - No arguments today and no madness quotes on a special day.

7 comentarios:

MKWM dijo...

Like father, like son. Many happy returns to Goth Junior, your Bright Star Number One.

Tippler dijo...

Ahem. I haven't got a mullet.

Drama Queen dijo...

Bright star number 1, I like it. . .happy birthday. . .12 years old, I am wondering how old that makes you. . .still being all Goth like I am sure you are well preserved.

HillCountryGal dijo...

Happy Birthday to the little Goth. May he grow up in a world of peace and love. Want me to send him a pair of Texas cowboy boots for his birthday? :-)

Drama Queen dijo...

I'd like a pair of texas cowboots. . .

Tippler dijo...

Yes, they'd go nicely with the Brownie outfit, DQ

SpanishGoth dijo...

Thanks for the offer HillGirl but he already agitates the testoterone fuelled aspect of the not so fair community that is the UK (and I have already been told off by Godzilla - the ex-wife, for interfering).

Apparently, comments I made were not seen as 'constructive'. Ooh fancy. Some maggot attacks my son and when I, without phsyical violence, offer to 'rip his heart out and eat it whilst it's still beating' - I'm in the wrong.

Some teachers/parents have no sense of humour. Eek, might be me that's wrong.

Thank you for the offer anyway.

grand bisous,