Today is my wife’s birthday. She is now — years old. I am not at liberty to say her age…
Here are some of the things she like as well as some wonderful things I have learned about her over the years.
- She is as nerdy as I am.
- She is a lot of fun once she lets you be her friend.
- She loves anime.
- She is a fan of “Battlestar Galactica” both new and old.
- Her favorite place is California, specifically- Disneyland.
- She is a wonderful and caring mother.
- She loves to travel and wants to do more trips that take us out of our comfort zone.
- She prefers dogs over cats.
- She is amazing at cooking and baking.
- Her sense of humor is borderline sadistic.(mostly towards me)
- She loves “dry humping” my backside- especially when I’m trying to sleep.
- She loves to sing made up lyrics.
- One of her favorite films is “The Sound Of Music”.
Lee-Anne is one of the most spectacular people I have ever met. I’m happy that she’s a big part of my life and that I get to celebrate her birthdays with her.
Happy Birthday Lover!
I love this time of year. The music is all the same everywhere you go. Carols and Christmas songs pumped through the airways. In the stores, on the radio, even loudly through my home.
I love it all- from The Chipmunks to Barbra Streisand; Elvis to N’Sync… classical music to progressive rock. If it’s Christmasy or winter filled- my emotions get hyped.
Yes, playing Christmas music on November 1st is allowed. I need my two months of music. These are songs I’ve heard over the years numerous times. I could recite and sing along to them. Except maybe with “The Vienna Boys Choir” according to my wife… but it’s so much fun to attempt.
May the joy of music fill your homes and hearts this holiday season as it does mine!
It’s the little things in life that bring me joy unexpectedly. Like this morning when I got a Facebook notification:
So much fun to have one of my childhood idols do something as simple as click an icon for me.
The rest of my day couldn’t bring me down. Thank you Mr. Herman. lol
I don’t like being woken up in the middle of sleep. I don’t get angry about it, just irritated. It’s even more frustrating when sleeping during the day because of working night shift. Luckily for me, I’m a deep sleeper and can also pass out quickly. So my frustration is usually minimal.
But, there’s nothing more annoying than having to get up in the middle of a deep sleep just to go pee. Well, maybe leg cramps suck- those also wake me up from time to time. I need to drink more water to prevent leg cramps, but that’ll mean I need to pee more. It’s a vicious cycle.
Perhaps its middle age creeping up on me. It’s probably going to be a way of life at some point. I’ll just need to accept it and hope that I have a few good years ahead of me before I start to wet the bed.
Last night was our management Christmas Party. We started with a regular meeting at work followed up with an evening of Go Karts. I haven’t driven a Go Kart in close to 15 years. Of which, I have driven real Go Karts only about three times in my life.
Most of my Kart skills are from Mario Kart. Which started back in 1992 with Super Mario Kart on the Super Nintendo. I have owned at some point in my life, nearly every Mario Kart game. I have spent hours and hours memorizing the courses. The biggest problem I face when racing now is my family.
They beat me.
It’s almost at a point where I don’t like racing them. But I still enjoy the quality time I get to spend with them. Plus no one usually gets injured.
Last night at Go Karts, I got hit pretty bad. I was cutting through a corner and got nailed by another driver. The result is a huge bruise that is causing some intense pain on my outer ribs. I’m not having any problems breathing, so my ribs should be ok. Last night was pretty fierce and competitive. If we do this again as a team building, I’ll gladly go and watch from the sidelines.
But in the meantime I think I’ll just stick to losing in the comfort of my living room with the sounds of cackles and insults from my children.
There was a time in my life that I would’ve ignored talking with old friends if I met them in public. But something has changed in the past little while for me.
Maybe I was an awful person for it. But it was usually that my life was so busy that I really didn’t want to make time for small talk. It was hard when every waking moment was filled with kids, work, Conventions, and just running around doing errands. No time for idle chitchat!
Now I want to see my old friends. I’m always excited to hear about how their lives have changed over the years. No matter how long it’s been.
Last week I met up with a friend I hadn’t seen in person for 30 years. But we picked up where we left off. Talking old times in elementary school and how our lives have moved forward.
Last night I ran into two other friends at the store while shopping. I paused with each of them and talked. Smiles, handshakes and hugs were shared. I forget how much we had impacted each other in the past.
These brief encounters make me happy. Life is getting shorter as I’m getting older. It’s already begun where I’ve lost old friends from this planet. I better take the time to say “Hi” because you never know when I won’t be able to again.
Driving to pick up the kids today I decided to crank the radio- as I usually do. I’ve always loved listening to music loudly. Anyone who knows me knows this to be true. No matter what song I am listening to, if I like it- I don’t get easily embarrassed playing it loudly.
As I sat in the pick up lane to get the kids, some classic 90’s songs were heard coming from my car. This also included some choreography as I sat there. As parents walked by, they couldn’t help but smile, hum along and dance as well. Hearing the Spice Girls played so loud that you could hear it in the school was my way of summoning my children out.
As my children entered the car, some complaining and embarrassed looks were had. But the volume didn’t get turned down. Their classmates headed towards their respective rides home and smiled and danced along. The ride home was eventually filled with fun from the kids as they realized that this was happening no matter what.
Our journey home was great. No fighting or complaining. We listened to Trans Siberian Orchestra: Wizards in Winter belt out holiday cheer. When we got home, the kids asked if I could put on Christmas music throughout the house. Something about loud progressive rock music made us all joyous.
Or else it was the ringing in our ears that reminded us of sleigh bells.
Either way, Christmas Cheer is here!
I saw my surgeon yesterday for a follow up appointment for all those tests I had done two weeks ago. My swallowing has still remained difficult, but I am hopeful that I can battle the frustration I was having. After I wrote about my experience: The Inner Me Hurts, I found out that others have had the same issues. Now I know what I am suffering from.
Eosinophilic Esophagitis. A big fancy medical term that sounds scarier than it is. The surgeon says it’s as if I have “asthma of the esophagus”. It causes a closing/tightening of my esophagus most likely caused by a food allergy. It also turns out that people with this condition also have asthma. Which is me. Fun. More allergies and tightening of throat tubes inside of me.
My surgeon talked to me about all of the possibilities to help me swallow. What I will be starting with is a prescription antacid. Followed by a meeting with a gastroenterologist in the future. Then an elimination diet to see if I can pinpoint what I may be allergic to. Now I have some mental relief, but a long way to go.
As I sat waiting to see my surgeon I stared at a poster of what our body looks like on the inside. It still amazes me at how complex the human body is and why our organs are the way they are. I had plenty of time to study the poster since the doctor had me waiting for over an hour. I began to wonder if it was something doctors do. Make people wait and get frustrated only to give them good-ish news. Pretty sure if it was something awful, I would’ve been told quickly.
I’m glad it’s not as bad as I thought. I’m still frustrated that there isn’t an easy fix. But I probably should focus more on a proper diet as I get older.
Just like what my wife has been telling me for years…
Days like today are a pain. I stupidly made a doctor’s appointment for mid morning. Which really isn’t so bad, except I’ve been on four straight weeks of night shift.
I went home after work to take a quick nap before my appointment. Before falling asleep, I didn’t feel that tired and thought, “it shouldn’t be that bad” when I wake up. I slipped into a deep enough slumber that I awoke to my alarm with my face in a puddle of drool.
I lay in bed. Five more minutes. Five more minutes. Five more minutes. Then I had to race to get ready and ran out the door. Now I’m hiding in the corner of the waiting room wondering how long it will be before the doctor sees me. Anyone who needs sleep counts every minute they need before getting on with their day. He’s already seven minutes late!
There’s nothing I can do about it. So I wait. Hoping to get sleep at some point today before work.
I love the Christmas season. Every year I go all out and decorate our home. I also spend a small fortune on gifts for my family throughout the year to make it a special time. But there is one thing I look forward to every year. The Christmas Booze Tree.
We have had it for a few years now. I like to stock it up by the start of December. It’s a great way to enjoy the end of a night shift by spiking a coffee before retiring for the day. It’s also great for a day off of lounging around.
It originally started out being set up off to the side of our kitchen counter. We’d also add in different liquors to adapt to our fancies. We love fireball and eggnog while decorating the trees! Best concoction ever.
But over the years, the “tree” has made it’s way to being more easily accessible as we walk past with a glass in hand. But by the end of December, I’m quite done with the sweet liqueurs. Much like a live Christmas tree, this tree slowly dries up as each bottle empties.
Then the New Year begins with a small haze of how the last year ended.