We Interupt the Seattle Revelry...

....for this blogiversary and birthday.  Today House of Lime turns six and Lime herself turns....uh....considerably older.  Ok, if you must know Hugh Jackman and I are exactly the same age.  So if you're really curious, you can Google him and find out how old I am.  The year  (many years ago) this little tidbit of information was discovered Diana asked, "If you guys are the same age how come he looks so much younger than you?"  Picture me non-plussed.  (muttering under my breath about the darned fresh kids and how their snotty observations have an aging effect)

Now I have already told Mr. Lime I am regarding the trip to Seattle as my birthday present this year.  Is that a sigh of relief I hear from him?  Why yes, I believe it may be.  However, I want to begin planning for a future birthday because I think Hugh and I ought to be able to share one together. This year I begin the campaign for just that.  Of course, with all deference to our respective spouses, I will include them in the celebrations.

Aside from the obvious talent and drool factor Mr. Jackman possesses I have several other reasons I am a fan of his as well as some similarities we share.  It is these aspects I use as the basis of my argument that we should meet and celebrate a birthday together.  Allow me to list them and see if you don't agree.  Coincidence or fate...

Good lighting helps...not that he needs it.

1. We share the exact same birthday.  Really!  We do!  Though I suspect with the time difference and knowing that I was born in the evening he is AT LEAST several hours older than I am.  Still he looks younger than I do....dammit. (No, this will NOT motivate me to begin dyeing my hair!)









2. He is an award winning actor. (2004 Tony for Best Actor, among many others).  I am an award winning actress.  You think I am making this up?  HA!  Go read this post about my Golden Phallus Award from 1985, you doubters!

Good fathering is very attractive.

3. I am an adopted child.  He and his wife are adoptive parents.  Honestly, I really like that he is involved in adoption advocacy.  Anyone who is immediately earns my respect.  Yep, I'm biased.

I just know he's thinking of where the best ziplining venue might be.

4. We have both had unfortunate zipline incidents.  Mine was in the backyard and resulted in the impressive mangling of my left arm requiring two surgeries and 6 1/2 months of occupational therapy to regain use of said arm but I have some TOTALLY awesome scars I am sure would impress.  I wear them with pride.  His incident was during the taping of an interview with Oprah.  His stop was rather abrupt when his face met the set.  Hey, the guy needed stitches and everything.  It probably stung!  For this reason I think which ever birthday we celebrate together should involve ziplining.  We will both be properly harnessed and wear helmets but we WILL dominate the ziplines, thus proving to the world that we are fearless conquerors...or else completely foolhardy.  Take your pick.

5. We were each raised by single parents.

6. He is Australian.  I own land in Queensland, Australia.  No, I am not kidding.  Gees, you people never believe me!  Check out this post.  Heck, I even own an Australian flag, which I may or may not be allowed to fly on my own land.







7. My birthfather is Greek.  One of his great grandfathers is Greek.  I say our celebration also involves tossing some wine glasses around.

8. His character Wolverine is supposed to be 5'3" according to the comic books but Hugh is 6'2".  I am only 5'4" but my son is 6'1/2".  Oh, so you think I am really stretching for commonalities now, do you?  Well...well...ok, just shuddup or I'm gonna have to go all raging mutant on ya!













9. He's a proponent of microcredit and Mohammad Yunus as well as working with other organizations dedicated to helping the poor.  I worked with squatters for the year I lived in Trinidad.  I'd still be there or someplace else doing something similar were it not for certain circumstances beyond my control. I'm still involved in other ways.

10. He's really athletic.  I can enjoy looking at the results of his athleticism.  I consider it a good cardio workout for me.















 

11. He can do that funky arching of one eyebrow trick and so can I.

12. He's not in the least bit embarrassed to dress/act like a complete nut to have some fun.  And if six years worth of ridiculousness chronicled in this blog isn't evidence enough of my own self-effacing lunacy here is just one reminder.

Alternatives to Columbus Day

There are those who find the marking of Columbus Day an offense on various grounds. The objection is the decimation of indigenous cultures that resulted. If you are among those who find this American holiday an affront I have some other suggestions.

Just north of the border in Canada it is Thanksgiving. So allow me to greet my Canadian readers with a "Happy Thanksgiving."

In Malawi it is Mother's Day.

In Equatorial Guinea it is Independence Day.

In Brazil it is Children's Day.

In Spain it is National Day.

In the U.S.A it is also marked as Freethought Day which commemorates the end of the Salem Witch Trials.

If those holidays don't pique your interest you could commemorate some other things that occurred on this date in history.

In 1773 America's first insane asylum was opened in Virginia.

In 1810 the first Oktoberfest was held.

In 1823 Charles Macintosh sold the first raincoat.

However, none of these is my personal favorite with regard to October 12. That would be reserved for the year 1968 when Hugh Jackman and I were born on opposite sides of the Earth.

Also, in 2005 I gave myself this blog. Thanks to each one of you who has made sharing this corner of the blogosphere so much fun for me over the last 4 years.

I think to celebrate I shall give thanks to my mother in Spanish, declare my independence, hug my kids and a wiccan, act crazy enough to make people consider committing me, and wear a raincoat. If anyone would like to arrange for Hugh and me to share part of the day raising a glass to each other that would be the icing on my cake.

Since that seems a wee tad unlikely I'll just share some of the cake my mom made for me.

Mmmm...Red Velvet Cake.