The Dad Turns 45!

It's been a heckuva day...

The Dad woke up a year older... $16 dollars richer thanks to his wifes (yours truly) picks for the Powerball.  (Got the powerball on two of 5 tickets and two numbers right on the power ball lines.  While I'm sure to pocket the winnings (I picked the numbers anyhow) I allowed him to feel like a big Powerball winner!

While he shimmied off to his sort of work - I made a visit to Inland Imaging for the 4th "test" of several for some miscellaneous back pains, to find out hours later that I've got a kidney stone floating around in my left kidney... though according to them, NOT the source of my pains.  But... it's what happened AFTER my ultrasound, shortly after my arrival back at work that really kickstarted The Dads' birthday - for me personally.

Not feeling great thanks to the abundance of "Take a deep breath.  Hold it for as long as you can.  Okay... go ahead and breathe."  from the tests this A.M., I was sitting at my desk, trying to get to everything I missed while out yesterday only to have the A/R gal walk to my desk with a box and say "Somebody loves you...." and put the box down.  

I have gotten flowers at work... but never a box.  I didn't even pay attention to what the box said, I was mostly looking for a sign of where it came from... who - it came from.  I opened it up and found an ice pack keeping its contents cool and was simply perplexed, but trodded on.  I found a card.  A card I will keep and that one day my boys will go through a box and say "Why did mom keep this?" as they toss it into the "Can go" pile...  It was a note from My Pat's (and Robins' too, sigh), sister Lynn - thanking me for 525,600 minutes.  Took my breath away.  Without knowing what lay beneath the padding, my heart was touched and that was all it took to draw my mind away from the persistent back pain that's been plaguing me for several weeks.  

And if that wasn't enough...  I then opened the box.  There they were.  Begging me to adore them.  All 12 of them.  I immediately sent a picture to The Dad to tell him I would share them with him.  I did.  Though I've had more than him.  After all, they are a fruit.  Last night - the scheduler with I.I. told me to eat fruits and vegetables for dinner.  I followed those instructions then... and then again today, with a bit of a twist.

I knew as we headed to Clinkerdaggers tonight that I might have gone one berry, perhaps two, too many today.  I know now that my berries should not be mixed with Clinkerdaggers oh so rich food.  Oh so rich, and oh so good... entree's.  I'm paying for the berries, the shrimp, the artichoke/crab dip, the pea salad...

But though I sit here with a package of cherry creme Gas X on my lap, chewing the little pink tablets like they were lifesavers (which, ironically, they ARE) the berries, the dinner, the fun table conversation with #7 and VLB who joined us, the AirRadioOffense radio show, the unexpected texts from Wack made The Dads 45th birthday, his best one yet - for ME.

Post 1 - Year 2 (Powerball & Starbucks)

I got home from work last night and after The Dad (please see original fivehundred25600minutes.blogspot.com if you're new here) left for his racquetball match I remembered, after being  hunkered down in pajamas and snuggled on the couch with Boone and the other pups (sorry... Jack & Dan - don't want them to feel left out) I realized that I had neglected to stop and pick up Powerball tickets on the way home from work.  I mostly never ever play... but it would be stupid not to play for $553 million dollars.  

I got up off of the couch, sauntered back to the bedroom to re-dress in regular clothes, but then realized that pajama pants ARE regular clothes - so put on a pair of socks, jacket, scarf (lol... with pajama pants) and headed down to Albertsons.  I spent considerable time weighing all of the numbers I needed to play and came up with a plethora of combinations.  I'm sure I didn't leave any numbers out - but I did get one wrong.  On one of the lines I bubbled in all of my families current ages and on another line I darkened our "future" ages... which of course was easy to remember. The Dad turns 45 tomorrow (November 29), #7 and Wack turn 23 and 19, respectively - next Thursday and Blue Eyes... even though his birthday isn't for 4 more months - has a special #21 this year.

What ended up proving to be difficult for me - was not Wack, #7, Blue Eyes or my current ages... but I messed up on The Dads' current age on that particular line/ticket.  So...  when I 'splained this to The Dad when he got home, I told him that Nicholas Cage had errantly picked a wrong number in that movie he was in with Rosie and Bridget - and he won.  So, I'm pretty sure this means something.  It could mean we win.  It could mean we don't.  But it will mean one of those two things.

When I left Albertsons (pay close attention people with birthdays in December, January, February) I decided that since I was alone at home and work to do - that I would pick up a Starbucks drink aaannnnnddddd - while there, get my $5 Starbucks birthday gift cards.  I can't tell you how many I ordered - because I ordered one with a different amount for someone and then an assortment of cupcake cards, snowmen cards, holiday tree cards... but my total was $70 even.  Even Steven.  So I looked to my favorite Starbucks gal and said "Oh, but my drink isn't on there."  To which she replied:  "I just love that you do this for your friends and family... so you're drink is on me."

I didn't make out any better off - because her generosity and compliment made me feel, happy... and still... less worthy at the same time.  Made me wish I could give even MORE.  I can't explain it... So what did I do?  I threw what little cash I had in my wallet into the tip container.  

And Boom!... goes the dynamite.

"Passes it to the man... and..."