So, I blogged about our birthday coming up and then blogged about everything else, and didn’t tell you about the birthday. So here’s a few after party highlights, in case anyone was wondering:
A. I wasn’t able to “surprise” Mate with the wagon because, of ALL the days, the game schedule was different and he needed to load up the vehicles differently. So I showed him the wagon in the back of the car after dinner and a movie–and he really loved it and I’m calling it a win!
B. Dinner–Logan’s Steak House–was awesome. We ordered a 30 oz steak with mushrooms and brought half of it home for the kids. The kids also love Logan’s. And it was pretty economical to do that and order salads and a couple of sides as opposed to two full meals. Win!
C. The Magnificent Seven— it was like King Arthur with Clive Owen, except it had Denzel, Chris Prat, Ethan Hawke, and a gay love story to rock the ages. (Okay, Arthur and Lancelot WERE pretty tight, I have to admit.) Anyway– I adored it. Booyah!
D. The shirt–was actually pretty funny. While I went running up and down the sidelines to get the shirt signed, two things happened: 1) One of the parents said, “Talk about the last minute! You couldn’t have done this during one of the practices?” I was like, “Well, since I didn’t think about it until Tuesday, and then bought the stuff Wednesday, and made the shirt Thursday… no.” 2) Mate knew I was getting it signed because ZoomBoy was such a good sport at getting his teammates to sign dad’s shirt that every time Mate looked up to sub him, Zoomboy was somewhere else. THAT was funny.
E. The shirt–really was his favorite thing, but the wagon was close.
F. I got flowers. *happy glow* Is all I wanted.
G. The parking lot– this parking lot took a week to get paved. They forgot something vital. Three guesses.
H. So, birthday successful, and I shall leave you with this:
I was waiting for dinner to cook and cleaning off the kitchen table *gasp* when I came upon paperwork for an annuity I used to contribute to when I was teaching. When I stopped teaching, I’d given maybe $3500 to it, and now, six years later, there’s $7500 in the account. I’d forgotten all about this, and so I scanned the details with mild disinterest until I saw it was a death benefit– which I’d forgotten.
At this point, Mate walked in.
“Hey,” I said, waving the paper. “Look! If I die, you get almost enough money to ship my yarn to all my friends.”
“Well, you do have another death benefit– you remember that, right?”
“Seriously? No. I don’t remember that at all. Is it a lot?”
“Sure. I have to fight against taking a hit out against you every day.”
I laugh and gesture to the crap cooking in the pot. “So, what you’re saying is that I should hire a food taster.”
“Yeah,” Mate said. Then, “ZoomBoy, get out here! Mom has something she wants to feed you!”
ZoomBoy rushed right out–because he smelled dinner–and started poking around the now clean kitchen table. “You said food?”
And that’s when Mate and I both lost it–hit men we are not.
And here’s to another good year. I’m grateful to have made it through this last one–and so grateful for all the wonder life has brought me so far.
