The word Mumborg was first created to describe my mother as she was edging ever closer to bionic woman and ever further away from normal human being status. I decided on this post , after playing with variations of the bionic/borg theme, ranging from mum/cyborg to cybernetic beast master. I use to refer to her as the 'Cupboard Monster' but that confused people a wee bit too much. I think they thought the 'Cupboard Monster' was my alternate personality, which is ridonkulous (that is Ralph, Hey Ralph!). Also Mumborg is another home run on google, I currently own the market on 'Mumborgs' woot. The question now is, does the mumborg still qualify as a borg like parent since having the leg removed? I voted and the answer is yes! Although the major metal work was in the leg that was removed, she now relies more on the electric wheelchair, which is bionic (sort of), so the nickname stays!
Today Mumborg hits 50
"The years between fifty and seventy are the hardest. You are always being asked to do things, and yet you are not decrepit enough to turn them down." By T.S. EliotI couldn't have a birthday month of my own, oh no, the mumborg sneaks in a mere 5 days later. That also means I must have been the best birthday present ever all those years ago, right? Also another year of her being in hospital for her and my birthdays, I think it is 5 or 6 years on the run! Maybe she is trying to tell me something? The good news is that, although she is in hospital for her birthday, she should be home rather soon.
"I think when the full horror of being fifty hits you, you should stay home and have a good cry." By Alan Bleasdale
Does 50 make a difference?
When I talk about the mumborg I am not sure how old most people think she is, as I am not sure most people realise how old I am? (shoe size age most of the time). Anyhoo, when I have talked about her in the past, people have said 'At least she has had a good life', which don't get me wrong is true (sort of). I then tell them her age, which was late 40's until today (now the big 50), that is met with almost gasps of horror. If she was 70 all this crap wouldn't be so bad, so it seems, but as she is only a youngster, it is bloody depressing, apparently.
On with birthday stuff
A totally not true conversation (okay some of it is true)
Me: What would you like for your 50th birthday?
Me: Its too late anyways, I already got you something.
Mumborg: Ohhhhh what?
Me: Tada! I got you a wooden leg and a parrot.
Mumborg: Erm, that is not quite what I wanted.
Me: What did you want?
Mumborg: M&S vouchers, some books and DVD's.
Me: Spoilsport! What I am going to do with these now?
Me: Yeah cool.
So it is a big Happy Birthday to the Mumborg,
Wee Claire probably says it better than me, so let me rummage through the vaults of time and find proof of this.
The superbly talented TJ strikes again, with this beautiful mumborg doodle.