February 11, 2006

Late Birthday Wishes- Morrigan

Yesterday was my sister Morrigan’s birthday! I didn’t mean to be late in wishing her well, but I got sick last night and was unable to blog. I know, excuses, excuses.

Morrigan, for those who do not know, she actually has connections to me in the blogosphere too. My blog daughter Sissy started reading my blog as she worked with Mo and Mo gave her the URL. And Napster and Spurs , Sissy's blogchildren, worked with Mo as well. All of them wished her a Happy Birthday, here, here and here.

Eh, but her slug sister is a day late.

So for those of you who do not know Mo, Mo is probably one of the funniest women I’ve ever met, challenged only by Army Wife Toddler Mom. Mo is the one that can get me laughing so hard, I cannot breathe. To know her is to understand why… her life is frickin’ blog fodder 24/7. And its how she reacts to it.

If I were to pick one movie character that probably best defines her, it would be any crazy character that Sandra Bullock plays. That’s Mo.

But Mo is prettier, I think. Her hair changes color on a whim, but she has that curly Nicole Kidman hair, hair that must be perpetually tamed. It is beautiful and to think of Mo is to think of her hair. Typically it is an auburn in color. She has hazel eyes that go green more than any other color. She is slightly shorter than I, but much curvier.

She is probably one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever met. Add brains and a funny sense of humor and I think at times she is one of the few women I know that truly got it all.

So for your enjoyment… as I’ve said in the past, I’ve been writing for years, I just never blogged it. This is a story I wrote up and put away, a story about Morrigan. A story of Mo and… bicycles. This story has been pretty much kept as written, as I wrote it the day it happened. It was 3 years ago. (She has a boyfriend now.)

A little background for this story, Mo can’t ride a bike. She has a problem with… running into things. And at the time, Mo had this great idea that she was going to enter a contest for Locks for Love, and WE were going to win a trip for the two of us to NYC. Her hair and all I had to do was write this essay on why we should win. She, for some reason, just knew that my ‘writing ability’ would get us this trip. Holy crap. No pressure. I told her she had way too much faith. So I wrote some parodies that I actually can’t blog as they’re so tasteless and sent them to her and family… and this is referenced in the story below when I write about ‘the damn essay’. We didn’t win, as we didn't actually enter, but that’s a whole other story about bad dye jobs and hair that turns coal black…

Happy Birthday, Morrigan. You’re the best. The big 3-5. And to think you thought I had one foot in the grave at 30. Sheesh!

There was a new book out, written by some female Harvard MBA on finding a man. It was a marketing book, when you get to be a certain age you must market yourself to get a man. Incredible. Morrigan and I were talking about it and she said she won’t buy it in hardback; she’d wait until it comes out in paperback because “hardback will make me look desperate”. Hello????

So I was listening to some morning radio station this morning and they had some female cyclists being interviewed. Evidently there is some big cycling race going on here this weekend. These women were saying how this sport is dominated by men and is an excellent way for women to meet men, but not vice versa.

A little history with Mo, she cannot ride a bike. She always crashes into parked cars. It’s like a magnet and truly the damnedest thing you’ve ever seen. It’s a big family joke.

Upon hearing this interview, half laughing to myself, I picked up my cell phone and left her this message that she MUST take up cycling because she will surely meet a man. It’s all about the marketing at this point and making yourself visible and available. She called me tonight and we’re carrying on about this damn essay and I ask her if she got my message about taking up cycling and the men.

She says, “Oh yeah! I got that! I’ve given it thought. I’m going to sign up for the beginner’s spin class at the gym.”

What?! She completely missed the whole thing. I’m thinking men, athletes, bikes, roads. She’s thinking something else, I have no clue. We’re not from the same planet. I met her with dead silence. Finally I said, “Morrigan, I don’t think you’ll meet the men in a beginner’s spin class at the gym. I think you will meet them on REAL bikes on the road.”

She thought for a moment and said, “Oh. Well, men do take the spin class. I should take it in case I can meet any of them and maybe the spin class will help me learn to ride a bike.”

I said, “What planet are you on? There are no balance issues in spin classes and no parked cars?!!”


She didn’t do the spin class. She didn’t take up cycling. She is still alive. And she didn’t meet cycling men…

Posted by Boudicca at February 11, 2006 10:08 AM | TrackBack

Happy Birthday, Mo!

Posted by: That 1 Guy at February 11, 2006 11:52 AM

Heh Heh!

Posted by: Sissy at February 11, 2006 11:54 AM

Happy Birthday, Morrigan! :)

Let me get this straight... her life is blog fodder 24/7 but she has NO BLOG? Why not? Oh, and commenting here is not blogging, no matter what some may say... ;)

Posted by: pam at February 11, 2006 02:06 PM

Happy Birthday Mo!!

And you're right Bou - she is one of the very few women I know who has it all. I want to hate her, but I can't. She's too damned wonderful!!! ;-)

Posted by: Tammi at February 11, 2006 04:28 PM

Definitely a big Mo fan here. So, wit dat, HAPPY BOITDAY, Mo.

Posted by: Jim - PRS at February 11, 2006 05:13 PM

.. congrats, Morrigan, and happy birthday!.. it was a pleasure meeting you in October.. you're a fine lass...

Posted by: Eric at February 11, 2006 05:29 PM

Tell her if I ever recover I'll grant her an audience.... :)

Posted by: _Jon at February 11, 2006 10:47 PM

Thanks for all of the Birthday wishes. As much as I was dreading 35, it hasn't been so bad...although I have the rest of the year to decide that.
While I do live the life of great blog fodder, I am not a writer. I'll leave that to you all. However, I have agreed to share some of the stories via Bou.

Posted by: Morrigan at February 12, 2006 06:10 PM

Happy Birthday to the very curvy and hilarious Mo.....I hope "35" sees only decent propositions, and no taming of the hair....We must do drinks again....

Posted by: armywifetoddlermom at February 12, 2006 10:36 PM

Mo, I believe I have fillings that are 35. Oy!

Posted by: Jim - PRS at February 13, 2006 03:57 AM