Happy birthday, Maureen.

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Maureen wants the daily picture back. Says today’s her birthday. Well, OK, it just so happens we have one lying around. Let’s call it “Springtime in Detroit,” a song no one’s written. For good reason.

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15 responses to “Happy birthday, Maureen.”

  1. maureen said on March 22, 2005 at 10:57 am

    Hey – Cool! It really is my birthday today, and you sure made it brighter!

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  2. maureen said on March 22, 2005 at 12:10 pm

    Errata…

    I got a new toilet for my birthday (seriously), so believe me when I say your headline and photo were much appreciated!

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  3. Dwight Brown said on March 22, 2005 at 1:48 pm

    “Let’s call it “Springtime in Detroit,” a song no one’s written. For good reason.”

    I’ve started working on it, but there are two problems.

    One is that, so far, I haven’t come up with any lyrics other than “Grosse Pointe is happy and gay…”

    The other is my complete and total lack of songwriting talent.

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  4. mary said on March 22, 2005 at 3:59 pm

    A toilet? I got tires once and thought that was bad, but a toilet is worse. Do you need the number of a divorce lawyer?

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  5. brian stouder said on March 22, 2005 at 5:47 pm

    My birthday was the 19th, and aside from all the “anniversary of the Iraq war” news coverage marking the day (I guess it’s kind of an honor that from now on my day, which was always nondescript before, is now an Important Date in History!), Pammy granted me another year of residence in the house….

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  6. Danny said on March 22, 2005 at 6:32 pm

    Strange, Brain and Maureen. My birthday was the 18th. What an amazing confluence of events here at NN.C. And now mine may be marked by the anniversary of Terri’s feeding tube being removed.

    On my B-day I browsed imdb.com for famous folks that share the date. Ones I can remember, Queen Latifah, Vanessa Williams (42, a year older than me…grrr), George Plimpton, and Grover Cleveland.

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  7. Danny said on March 22, 2005 at 6:32 pm

    er..Brian, I mean.

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  8. Nance said on March 22, 2005 at 7:42 pm

    Are you grr-ing over V. Williams being older than you (and hence out of your league), or because you don’t want to share the day? Because I always thought she handled that situation fairly well, and is certainly the most talented and successful ex-Miss A., whatever that counts for.

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  9. alex said on March 22, 2005 at 8:13 pm

    Cunnilicious, she is. And I’m a fag.

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  10. Dorothy said on March 22, 2005 at 8:13 pm

    H. B. to Danny, Brian (the Brain) and Maureen.

    MY birthday is the anniversary of Princess Diana’s death (which happened on my 40th), so I suppose I face a future of tenth, twenty-fifth and fiftieth (if I’m so lucky) rembrances. Now THAT’s something to grr about!

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  11. maureen said on March 22, 2005 at 10:02 pm

    The worst part about getting a toilet for my birthday is that I was actually a little excited about it. My Life, V2005.

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  12. Danny said on March 22, 2005 at 11:14 pm

    It was a “grrr” of appreciation. She still looks awesome.

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  13. mary said on March 23, 2005 at 2:11 am

    maureen

    Last week I was excited about getting a heavy duty steam cleaner. It must be something to do with getting old. Either that or this winter is dragging on a little too long.

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  14. Danny said on March 23, 2005 at 9:44 am

    Well, while we’re laughing at our pitiful lives:

    Last Friday, my birthday, in bed and asleep at 8:10 PM. I typically keep an early schedule, but that was a first for a weekend birthday celebration. OTOH, I did get up at 3:30 AM to take some friends to the airport.

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  15. deb said on March 23, 2005 at 11:00 am

    speaking of weird anniversaries, my wedding day was the day of the jonestown massacre. heard the news the morning after, en route to our honeymoon. i was unbraiding my pigtails as hubby steered our pickup through the hills of northern kentucky when we heard the story on the radio. i distinctly remember thinking, “this is not a good omen.” and it wasn’t.

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