Happy Birthday Rant Brother

Dear Rant Brother

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!

CALL YOUR MOTHER, 'kay? Call me too; I can handle a collect call.

 RantWoman ardently hopes you will get to celebrate with whatever form of dead cow most appeals, the televised sports event of your choice, and hopefully some people who appreciate you for who you are including a reasonable girlfriend who appreciates YOU instead of crying on your shoulder and then going back to....

This blog post says a lot and it's depressing to think of six years since....
October 20 2011 blog post

RantWoman sends you fond memories of the Cuban Missile Crisis, only because one time RantWoman asked RantMom something about the Cuban Missile Crisis and RantMom said she was too busy giving birth to you to think about possible nuclear calamities. No, RantWoman does not remember the Cuban Missile Crisis either;  RantWoman does remember learning about it in college and definitely hopes sanity triumphs for several contemporary simmering crises.

RantWoman is remembering that awesome trench and gravel leach bed you helped put into our house. RantWoman is remembering when you could put together and manage fairly complex landscaping projects. RantWoman is remembering some conversations of much seeing, and not seeing things that are fun to see. RantWoman is remembering how important faith and God seem to you. RantWoman is also remembering some moments of utter faith community cluelessness and mutant parental ineptitude. But this is YOUR birthday and RantWoman's echoes are NOT YOUR Problem.

Live it up Mr.. Bro!