Tuesday, December 29, 2009

ALL I WANT FOR MY BIRTHDAY.... is your love and devotion!

What could be better than having your birthday coincide with Random Thought Tuesday?
Isn't that the best?

Even though it's not YOUR birthday,
I'll let you do your own random and head on over to Keely's at The Unmom and link up.

* This whole year, I have not known how old I am.  I've had to stop and do the math every time.  Who forgets their age?

* Our Christmas phone call with Trammell in Cambodia was awesome!
My favorite part was when he spoke Cambodian.
My least favorite part was when Brian asked about his health - referring to a recent sinus infection and Trammell answered, "Well, I think I got rid of the worms."
I HAD to ask, "How do you know when you have worms?"
He answered delicately, "Well everyone has different symptoms."
You probably don't want to hear about it.
I looked it up.
Do you want to see pictures?

* You know what I don't like (besides worms)?
PILES (not the illness.........well yeah, that too.)
I don't like piles of paper on my desk....
piles of mail,
piles of Christmas presents needing to be put away,
piles of dirty clothes,
piles of clean clothes,
piles of shoes by the door,
piles..... I hate piles.

* Don't you hate the aftermath of Christmas?
How can your  house look like Martha Stewart's on one day and then qualify for condemnation the next?

* Today is trash day.  Don't you LOVE the first trash day after Christmas?
It's so freeing!

I want to invite the trashmen in and say, "Here ya go.  Take it all.  Just shovel the whole place into your truck."

* What should I do for my birthday?
I'm bad at making plans.
By this time in the year/holiday season, I'm pretty partied out.

* I threw the Bonehead's half-completed gingerbread creation away.
Is that mean?
I was sick of the gingerbread all over my kitchen, the blueprints on the walls, the models, the frosting, the talk.
The plan was to build a chateau - not a house, have a competition with a group of girls and then the best part - BLOW the HOUSE UP!  What is it with boys and explosives?
After drawing elaborate plans:

and making 16 batches of gingerbread (40 cups of flour!):

and then making an official full size replica model, the girls dropped out of the competition.
All of the "fun" was gone.
So the boys' excitement died down.
I told them the other day that I was throwing everything out.
They were crestfallen.....but Parker made up for his disappointment by taking the model out on the driveway and blowing it to smithereens with a paintball gun.

* That's all I've got!


Ginny Marie said...

How thrilling to talk to your son in Cambodia on Christmas! Sounds like he's going to have some interesting stories to share when he comes back...

I hate piles too...and I'm going to start paring them down today...

Have a very Happy Birthday!!! Thanks for visiting my blog!

Blogging Mama Andrea said...

Here's another one - what's with boys and fire? My husband is a pyro with this candle his old roomie gave us.

!!!!!!!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!

I love ya! I hope you have the happiest day ever. Make those boys treat you like the Queen you are alright?

Blogging Mama Andrea said...

I FORGOT to tell you I forgot for a whole year how old I was. Seriously. My KID had to remind me I was a year older. Geez!

Stephdeezy said...

Happy Birthday Gina!! Hope it's wonderful!!

I am Harriet said...

I totally freak out when I see my age. Yikes!

Have a great Tuesday.

Small Town Mommy said...

Happy Birthday! I hope you have an amazing day, even if you are all partied out. I don't know how old I am, I always have to do the math. I also don't know how old I was when significant things happened so I have to do the math for those too. Worms! Eeek!

otin said...

I don't want to go anywhere where worms are a problem!

That Gingerbread house looks like you you were building a real house!

Keely said...


I'm with you on the de-cluttering. Somehow, though, the process of de-cluttering makes me end up with...you guessed it...MORE PILES.

Shirley said...

Happy Birthday! I had a year when I forgot how old I was too. For some reason, I thought I was a year older than I really was. (I don't make that mistake anymore!)
My son-in-law would have loved blowing up the gingerbread with your boys.