Mumborg: 50th commemorative edition

First of all what is a Mumborg?
The word Mumborg was first created to describe my mother as she was edging ever closer to bionic woman and ever further away from normal human being status. I decided on this post , after playing with variations of the bionic/borg theme, ranging from mum/cyborg to cybernetic beast master. I use to refer to her as the 'Cupboard Monster' but that confused people a wee bit too much. I think they thought the 'Cupboard Monster' was my alternate personality, which is ridonkulous (that is Ralph, Hey Ralph!). Also Mumborg is another home run on google, I currently own the market on 'Mumborgs' woot. The question now is, does the mumborg still qualify as a borg like parent since having the leg removed? I voted and the answer is yes! Although the major metal work was in the leg that was removed, she now relies more on the electric wheelchair, which is bionic (sort of), so the nickname stays!

Today Mumborg hits 50

"The years between fifty and seventy are the hardest. You are always being asked to do things, and yet you are not decrepit enough to turn them down." By T.S. Eliot

I couldn't have a birthday month of my own, oh no, the mumborg sneaks in a mere 5 days later. That also means I must have been the best birthday present ever all those years ago, right? Also another year of her being in hospital for her and my birthdays, I think it is 5 or 6 years on the run! Maybe she is trying to tell me something? The good news is that, although she is in hospital for her birthday, she should be home rather soon.

"I think when the full horror of being fifty hits you, you should stay home and have a good cry." By Alan Bleasdale

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Act your age, not your shoe size.

Birthdays are good for you. Statistics show that the people who have the most live the longest.

In a effort to post a least once a week, this weeks instalment falls upon my birthday, yay for me or something. Like many women my age, I am 28 years old, no really, that is how old I am now. Some advice I received, once long ago, is running round my head at the moment, it is rather deep so take a moment whilst you read it:

"Act your age, not your shoe size"

Shockingly profound isn't it? But as I have rather large feet*, I think acting in relation to ones shoe size, wouldn't actually be that bad, in fact I positively recommend it.

*Not freakishly large feet by the way, don't haunt me with clown music (you know who you are).

As my birthday fell upon a Monday this year (worse day ever!), I decided to go out over the weekend to celebrate instead. What to do now that I am past the drink so much, puke, drink some more stage of my life? Go to my first ever proper gig of course! In the last few years I have developed a new love for music, gone are the complacent days of just flipping on Radio 1 (popular station in UK land). For those that write reviews on music and gig, may I give you three mugs of Kudos? Because holy shit is it hard to write about music! I have tried unsuccessfully to describe how much I like or dislike certain music, trying to put some passion into it, but failing miserably. So I have come up with a really technical scale of musical wonderment chart, which I will probably never use again...

The Claire Scale of Musical Wonderment
1. Hallowed three thumbs up of awesomeness (Similar to wet my pants awesomeness)
2. Ohhhhh awesomeness
3. Pretty awesome
4. Hmmm (The hmmm of pondering)
5. Meh
6. Holy shit! How fucking awful (similar to 'My ears, my ears, arghhhhhhhhh')

Even though I am British, I still love the word awesome, there are other words that may be more eargasmic, but  I am sticking with awesome. Just thought I would mention that, after having a discussion about the word awesome with someone else and not really relevant to this, but hey this is my stream of nonsense after all.

So whom did I see? 
I saw Bat for Lashes and Yeasayer at the Liverpool O2 academy, which is a smallish venue. Yeasayer where the supporting act, but in my opinion they got the 'Hallowed three thumbs up of awesomeness' and should have played for much longer! Hardly anyone was watching them either, which was shocking, as they were such a treat. Bat for Lashes were only slightly below them with a 'ohhhhh awesomeness' rating, not sure what it was, but they didn't connect with me as much as Yeasayer. It could be because some absolute morons decided to edge they way through the crowd and stand right in front of me, forcing me to tap them on the shoulder and utter moooooooove in a some what snarl. I know its a gig and standing room only, but if you are keen, then get there bloody earlier and position yourself in a cool spot, no need to act like a tool. Anyhoo it took a while for me to avert my laser eye beam stare from the back of their heads and back onto Bat for Lashes, after some musical meditation all was well once more. I loved the small venue feel to the place, as it definitely added a more intimate vibe, both bands are well versed in playing at festivals, so you know they can perform on a larger scale too. It wasn't hard to imagine being a sunny field dancing bare foot whilst listening to their tunes. So now I am hooked even more on those two bands and now live gigs! Slap me with a wet haddock for leaving it so long to go to a gig! I know this gig review has blown you away...... (come back).

Bat for Lashes - Daniel

Yeasayer - Tightrope

If you are musically inclined and on Last.fm, then check out of my profile.

Now for the rest of my birthday I will be doing...... Not much

Update: Mucho thanks for birthday wishes

Look what TJ doodled for me:

I hate the gal for being so talented, but was touched that she took time out to doodle this for me.

Birthday Time

I suppose I will do a birthday post after all, well I cant get focused enough to do any college work. Especially as I am constantly reminded over on BlogCatalog that it is in fact my birthday (yeah I like it really). Oh and the fact that the mumborg is in hospital doesn't help matters. She is doing much better by the way, but they said it was a near miss. I will update more on her when I in fact know more.

Junior aka Heather sent me some balloons and I said I would take some photographs of me with said balloons. I think they sent me a bit balloony, well it was that or the vodka.......

Just in case your wondering I got the balloons early as she was afeared they would deflate.

Yes a load of bloody photos of me! Don't have a cow.

Not sure what I am doing for the rest of the day, well apart from visiting the mumborg.

Oh and its 'Her' birthday too ('Her' as in the doll posing with me).

Happy Birthay Mr Mo

Click on Willy and say Happy Birthday to Mo.
I forgot to say that Mad Mo is posting 41 posts in 24 hours one for each year of his life.
He is mad as toast!

Oopps I put the wrong link in over at Wordless Wednesday, this is last weeks.
Click here for this weeks Wordless View.

Words on Wordless

The shot for this weeks Wordless Wednesday is my old junior school, I have taken it as part of a photo project another blogger suggested. I have slowly been taking shots from my local area that I think would be of interest to others, from nursery school to the old church and cemetery. When I have took them all I will do post about where I live in pictures, just don't ask me when!

Also in cyber world its someones birthday: Click the cartoon to find out whose it is.

Whose Birthday?

Just using this cartoon I did, can you tell whose birthday it is?

PS: Its not mine.
PPS: Its a regular visitor to this blog and they are on my sidebar.
PPPS: Alison got it right it is in fact Mother of six! yes six, Stine.
Click the cartoon to go and say Happy Birthday, she is 63 today.

Update: Okay she is not 63, she is 44 and her children are very happy I need to work on my cartooning skills some more :)