i make my own angry zombie cards
1 / 28 / 2010My youngest brother, Troy, turns 15 (HOLY SHIT! 15!) today. Umm…this all gets kind of muddled and confusing at the end. Though I can say that Troy does *still* have a birthday today. There’s just a debate as to which one, exactly…
This? This is Troy being…well, Troy.
To celebrate? I made him a card.
Note: I failed penmanship. So yes, I realize he’ll probably need an interpreter.
The outside:
Annnnd the inside:
I just realized I’m a sorry excuse for an adult who is supposed to understand math.
It’s *technically* only 1 year until he starts driving BY HIMSELF since I’m pretty sure 16 – 15 = 1 and not 2.
Also? This year? Learner’s Permit.
So, Troy? I emphasize: Bicycle.
I’ll even get you one of the little bells for the handlebar.
Oh! And a plastic-woven basket with flowers on the front. You know, so your girlfriend can sit inside.
It’ll be totally chivalrous.
Which = tons of bonus points.
(Though? You probably shouldn’t trust my math on that one)
**Update** I just had to go to Troy’s Facebook page to double check his birth date. My research netted me a birth year of 1996. And if I actually managed to correctly subtract dates (Which? Who does that? Date subtraction? Confusing. As. Hell.), he’s turning 14 this year.
So I guess I was right the first time. It is 2 years until he gets behind the wheel.
I know. I’m actually kind of in shock myself.
Dear Troy, NEXT YEAR: BICYCLE!
This little exercise in deciphering Troy’s birthday age was entirely too difficult and should probably be way easier. On everyone. Especially me.
I think I’m going to start demanding everyone to send me pre-birthday-I’m-turning-[insert your age] cards.
Yes, 1996 means 14 this year. He’s almost exactly a year older than my Son! Either that officially means I’m old or your parents had him much later in life. I vote for the latter, whether it’s true or not.
I have the same Date Math issue…fingers are always good!
The zombie….very cool.
Um, well Happy BIRTHDAY Troy! Whatever age you are. I am crappy at math. It gives me a headache, so I’ll just go with your numbers.
Awesome CARD!
Angry Zombie rocks!
YOU are precious Jessica.
Happy Birthday Troy!!!!!!!!
Zombies are no fun at birthday parties. Trust me, I know from experience.
That’s a great card. Homemade is the way to go…
I know that you are brilliant at your job so I can only assume that there’s no math involved, right? Your relationship with math cracks me up. As does the stick figure zombie. Great card!! Glad you got the math right, regardless of your methods =]
♥Spot
HAHAHAHA, ok, I subscribe to your blog by email, and instead of READING it in my email I’m just going to come here next time.
I thought you made him a card that, because I can’t see images in my email, said “troycardoutside” on the outside, and “troycardinside” on the inside and that it was a joke about the internet age. Sigh, I spend too much time in social media.
Love the card. At least you remembered his birthday – even if you couldn’t remember how old he was turning.
Zombies = Bad. Handmade Cards = Awesome Sauce. Not remembering how old someone’s turning = SUPER Awesome Sauce.
How many points do I deduct for forgetting how old I am turning??
Happy Birthday Troy!! It makes me so happy I’m not the only one that’s bad at math/remembering how old people are. At least you had the birthday correct! And umm… I want you to make me one of those cards for my birthday, pretty please!???
carissajaded: I will so make you a card. For serious.
Anyone else game?
Shelli: The “later in life” is the correct answer.
A Vapid Blonde: Except…when you run out. *sigh*
Angelia: Yes.. me(you) + math = disaster. OR something…
peedee: Me? Really?…Wait… REALLY?…
BrilliantSulk: I must hear of this zombie encounter…
Spot: Um…”technically” no. At least, the math I have to do I use a calculator for. It’s solar powered. Which is important…even though I have no window…hmm
Blondie: That? Funny. I didn’t even think of it in that way…I thought I had the email thing set so pictures showed up? I guess not?…
Theresa: It’s one of my 2010 goals. Have a card delivered ON. TIME. for the family members…
Jess: You probably get to subtract like 10…because I keep having to ask Tim how old I am…and since we’re kind of related…that counts against you (sorry…just one of those things, I guess…
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You’re supposed to send your brothers cards?!? Fuck – I may have to call my mom and ask her when she pushed those suckers out.
Great card and don’t worry with three kids and twelve grand kids, remembering who is how old is a bloody dilemma.
I’m wicked aweful with numbers too…take heart. I’m sure your brother was thrilled to be thought older than he is…teenaged boys are nothing like middle aged women (I’m speaking for myself, here…not you, you’re a spring chicken).
Yay for sibling love! Go big sis, go!!
Well, it’s no zombie card, but I’ve left you a gift over on my blog.
You are cracking me up as you try to figure out how old your brother is. Although I do emphathize. I always just sort of remembered that my brothers and I were precisely three years apart. Which worked out well until my older brother had his birthday, and then he was actually 4 years older for almost two months, which meant I had to reset my brain…it was a mess.