Happy Birthday To Me
Several years ago when my son was about 7 years old, I wrapped one of his Christmas presents like a zillion times. Not only that, but I hid it right beneath the bed where he'd been sleeping at my parents' house (we were visiting for the holidays). I wrapped and wrapped, I made a Treasure Map, and the poor boy had to go all over their property from inside the house (various rooms), up into the barn with a flashlight, back to the house...you get the idea. Well, paybacks are a bitch.
This morning, he woke up early to give me my birthday card. The FedEx package was labled "Seems Like Old Times". I knew I was in trouble. Inside that was another envelope, this one from UPS. Inside that one was something from DHL, with lots of wrapping and notes tucked in all the way through this venture.
I had little packages labeled with notes that said things like: Almost There (and of course, I wasn't - far from it)...
He'd drawn smiley faces...
Occassionally, he'd write something like: WOW - That's a lot of stuff!No shit.
I did eventually get to the card, one of those sweet, sentimental ones that only a son can give to his mother that makes her wanna cry. *sniff, sniff*
I had to give him a LITTLE grief back, though. I told him, ya wait NOW when 
I'm OLD and arthritic to pull this on me? He was quite pleased with himself. I hope I grouched enough so that when he goes back to his office and gives the low-down to the co-workers who helped him package this thing that they get some mileage from it. *grin*
I'm OLD and arthritic to pull this on me? He was quite pleased with himself. I hope I grouched enough so that when he goes back to his office and gives the low-down to the co-workers who helped him package this thing that they get some mileage from it. *grin*Today is my birthday, yes. In anticipation of this event, I asked my son to gift me with a gym membership. Well, I wanted the whole fam-damily to attend, really, so...and he did...and we are...and I've been sore as the dickens, but...
The biggest benefit has been that my glucose has dropped from about 235 to 110. Color my wrinkled old arse quite happy.
The biggest benefit has been that my glucose has dropped from about 235 to 110. Color my wrinkled old arse quite happy.
Yesterday, I was so damned sore - I bitched, moaned, groaned, swore, and raised absolute hell at the thought of climbing out of bed and walking (this is outside the gym, mind you). But I did it. Within 90 minutes, I felt like a new woman. Pain gone. The leaves are turning, and the autumn colors are gorgeous. I did find one weird looking tree that had been trimmed, most likely by the city, to accomodate electrical wires, and maybe the shot will turn out for the blog.I finally have a pub date on my next novella with Ellora's Cave.
Spies, Lies, & Duct Tape
ISBN is 9781419914331
Pub Date = 1/9/08
More on it later. Promise.
posted by Bobbie (Sunny) Cole @ 11:31 AM
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SUNNY!
Love ya!
THANK YOU!!!!!!!!! Love ya right back.
Happy Birthday!
You've got a wonderful son with a great sense of humour - and a great memory!
Happy B day, sweetie! And you gotta love that son of yours. His sense of humor is great. :-)
Aww - THANKS, Beth & Tanya! It's been a great day, and The Kids were awesome to me.
Josh is cooking a late dinner for me (he's a great chef), and then we're having a movie since Jess is off work tomorrow and they can sleep in a bit. I'll post photos of the birthday stuff later.
Appreciate the good wishes!
Happy Birthday!!!!
Wish I was there to give you a hug and buy you a drink. Somehow I'm not at all surprised at Josh doing this...LOL. And you've INSPIRED me to get to the gym more often. Right after I get everything else done.
Love ya, babe!
Ok, so last week Emily laughed at me because I was going through all my old calendars, SURE that I'd written your birthday on one of them. I told her I knew it was within a few days of Doane's and just couldn't remember when. UGH, sorry I missed it but warmest wishes to you.........belatedly!
Love and hugs........
Thank you, Liz - Thank you, Sylvia (laughing at the calendar bit - give my best to Em, will ya?)...
Liz, I'll take you up on that drink in San Francisco. - hehehe
I'm not sure, but I *think* that going to the gym has improved the oxygen to my brain or something, because I haven't been as dizzy since we started going. It's really weird, but something's improving my balance.
We haven't been at this long enough for me to see drastic improvements in anything, but...I got faith - lol.
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