Back in the day, before everything ever was recorded for pinterest pins and internet snaps (read: I probably didn’t have a camera or even the thought crossed my mind that I would want to preserve the visual memory) I was a pretty crafty fucker.
And when we bought our own house (*sobs*) I went to town.
Every room had its own colour palette and I would spent hours pouring over magazines to get ideas for the perfect spaces for our growing family.
The Damn Pre Emos had a magnificent purple, blue and silver room (you have to trust me, it was awesome) and a play room that was decked out with an indoor playhouse made from a hand painted 6ft tall and wide box replete with a kitchen, lounge and dolly bedroom.
And then Boo came along.
And the biatches were kicked to the curb so I could make THE ULTIMATE BABY NURSERY!
Now, anyone that has known me for more than 5 seconds knows that not only do I not do things by halves, but I also play by my own rules.
And when we discovered we were having a boy, I knew that nothing but a Rugrats themed room would do.
MPS, an art school dropout, ensured my vision would come to fruition by drawing the half wall mural of Tommy Pickles and the gang. The bottom half of the wall would be plain for now, chalkboard as he got older.
See, fucking BEFORE MY TIME!
I bought a wallpaper border thingy to separate the two halves (as was the style LAST CENTURY) and spent many a night, much to the terror of my neighbour who would watch me through the window convinced that my reaching above my head would wrap the umbilical cord around the baby’s neck, lovingly painting the penciled out mural.
Once Boo was old enough to stand, the little bastard pulled off the border, exposing my rather haphazard painting job between the two halves. So I had to find another solution.
A painted border.
So, very fucking long story short, I painted Pi as the border around his room cause I knew I would never run out of numbers.
It was glorious.
And our family love of Pi was born.
(The Damn Emos would probably say otherwise BUT IT MAKES A DAMN GOOD STORY GAHDAMMIT!)
Too can recite Pi until you fall into a coma of omgIdontcareanymorepleasestopomg and Boo can shout Pi in a menacing voice until your ears bleed or you run away in terror.
Moo and MPS are rather proficient in the Pi reciting and I saw it once in a math book and then painted it on a wall.
I am pretty sure there is a 3 in it. And a 4. And every other number.
ANYWAY, today is Pi Day.
March 14. 3/14 in the American way.
Or the circumference of a circle.
So, in honour of today, tonights dinner is:
Angus pies (OMG the big ones have bacon and cheese in them. Fo shizzle.)
and for dessert lemon meringue pie.
ALL OF THE PI(E)!*
* you can be a chump and make it all by hand like a fucking MARTYR PRINCESS, or you can buy it from the store and save your energy for mixing the PiDay Night Margaritas.
Do you celebrate Pi day?
Were you a former party girl that married a radio/nighclub DJ that was a secret geek and then birthed uber geeky children and that shit seeped through your pores and then you became like geekier than everyone with your blogging and celebrating the circumference of a motherfucking circle?
Any other weird days (besides Towel Day, I fucking DRAW THE LINE at Towel Day) we should be celebrating?