Super Awesome Neat Birthday Party!!!

I love my wife! She has been wanting to throw me a birthday party since my birthday (duh) but due to circumstances out of our control we've been celebrating it in pieces. We already did breakfast (Mimi's cafe - home of the spiciest omelette sans tabasco I've ever had) and dinner (Ruby River - home of some mighty fine steaks) but we hadn't had the actual blowing out of the candles or cake or anything like that. So much to my surprise as I walked in the house yesterday to see the dining decorated with blue and red streamers with red balloons. Guess the theme yet? SPIDER-MAN!!! Awesome!!! Instead of party hats we all wore Spidey Masks. Melissa made her yummy lasagna and famous green beans almonde (something like that). We feasted like royalty, then after we cleaned up I had my two little guys help me open up presents. I got a card from the boys and one from Melissa. Jesse picked out a very nice blue striped tie for me. Owen drooled on me. Melissa got me some much needed shoes, shirt and zip up hoodie, and of course Heroes season 1. Jesse really wants to watch an episode with me, but I have to find one where Sylar isn't telekinetically lobotimizing someone. Great show BTW. After that we enjoyed some cake and ice cream, Owen enjoyed a bath to remove the ice cream he managed to coat the upper half of his body in. I love my family!!!

The Day After Yesterday

So instead of making some cutesy little remarks to my wife's blog (http://www.melissasug.blogspot.com/) I thought I'd just make my own. So here's the deal. Melissa was really really REALLY sick for about two weeks and it was beginning to worry me to no end. This was a sample of our conversations.

Me: Babe, I'm thinking you really need to go see the doctor today.
Melissa: Cough cough cough cough gag, blow nose, cough Honey I don't want to go.
Me: Uh you don't sound so good, are you sure you don't want to go?
Melissa: cough cough sniff What are they going to do to me anyway? I'm sick!!!
Me: I know you're sick, but I don't know what else to do! The drugs don't work, sleeping doesn't work, the power of the Gilmore Girls started to wear off towards the middle of season two, and I'm all out of ideas.
Melissa: How about you get me a drink, that will make me feel better.
Me: The usual then? (44 ounce cup, 60% full of the chewy ice, 75% diet coke 25% cherry coke)
Melissa: Heck ya!

I can now tell you that a man named David works at the local Holiday Oil where I procure said beverages. He's married and has worked there for a few months now. He lacks the self confidence to ever be a manager and fears his people skills aren't very good. Cheer up David, you're a good guy.

But I digress. My beautiful wife of 7.5 years is my world. I'd move heaven and earth if I had to, if it would make her feel better. Fortunately that request hasn't come in yet, nor do I know where I would put them once they were moved, but the offer still stands.