My birthday rolled around again! This time it was a complete 180 from last years birthday being on a ship in the middle of the Arabic Sea. Which is a blessing. I spent the whole day essentially with my beautiful wife, Lor.
I wake up early in the mornings still. Doesn't seem to matter if it's O level or I level. I still seem to be a fan of the Early Bird Special. So, on my birthday Lor woke up with me and made me a special birthday breakfast. Yum! On my birthday was not just a day to celebrate my 27 years of life. But also a celebration of one year and five months of being Ovo-Lacto-Pesca-tarian (sp). Last year on deployment I did this and the struggle, though it didn't have to be this hard on my body and mind, was something I personally wanted to do. I found out within myself and proved to others, it can be done.
Breakfast was amazing! It's not often I get a breakfast. I'm the dry toast and coffee kinda guy. To have a well thought out breakfast was very nice.
Then I left for work. When I arrived it was nearly five hours later and I was allowed to leave. A week prior we had a uniform inspection. Thanks to my beautiful and talented wife, she sewed on all my patches onto a new jumper for me. Seemed to have taken all evening to do. However it was fun. I passed the inspection and because of this, I was allowed to leave work early on Friday.
I got home to begin un wrapping birthday gifts! This year I'm the proud owner of a Waffle Iron, a Pageboy Hat, and a Mighty-Mug. If you've never seen a Mighty-Mug. It's a coffee mug which sticks to any flat surface. It's the answer to the office junky who is notorious of spilling coffee mugs. The Mighty-Mug refuses to tip over with the flick of a wrist. NOT A PUNCHING BAG! But a typical, flick of the wrist. As if you somehow forgot where you may have placed your mug on the desk.
After gifts and cards from the loved ones and scrolling through Facebook for birthday wishes from friends, family and fans. Lor and I began making my birthday cake. This year it was one of those years where I didn't know what kind of cake I wanted. My three favorite kinds are: Devils Food, Angles Food, and Carrot Cake. Either of them are great to have. This year, Angles Food won. And it was fun to teach Lor how to make one because she had never heard, made or tasted Angles Food before!
In consideration to last year on the ship where I didn't have cake and instead a paper bowl full of Apple Cobbler. I'm more than grateful of my Angles Food Cake. Then Lor treated me to dinner at China City. A local restaurant in our neighboring town.
My birthday was the beginning of Party/Super Party. Saturday really kicked my 27th year off. We started off with going to the beach and walking on the strand. Lor and I love this beach because it's all off leash for Lord Vader. Within our time there we stumbled on a beautiful dog owned by a group of bikers. Lor and I hang out with them and tossed a few beers with them. Everything seemed cool till biker guy number 1 started to call biker guy number 2 a bitch. At this point, the two of them got into a drunken fist fight. I grabbed the pick-nick basket. Lor grabbed Lord Vader and we both walked away from the situation.
Later into the evening we went to my friend Julian's house and watched "The big fight." Readers of old will note, I'm not a sports guy. I'm not a fan of anything extracurricular than music and art. So, because I couldn't pronounce one boxer's name correctly and noted he had a nickname of 'Pac-man.' I decided to keep it even and call the other boxer "Mayflower." I know his name has nothing to do with the Pilgrims or the Ship. I figured it was only fair to make fun of one and the other. That way real fans at the house wouldn't feel "offended" I didn't keep my opinions and words even-steven.
Three shots of Tequila later and somehow I got white boy waisted. I tapped out.... Said goodbye to everyone and then made it into the car. THIRTY MINUTES later we get home and Lor got me into the bed. I realized the next morning, if it was up to Lor she could ruffy me when I'm drinking at anytime. Somehow in my drunk-stuper she had in her hand two white pills. She said, "Here take these." And without thought, I grabbed them. Popped them and fell asleep. The next morning after Super Party I actually woke up without feeling like ass from a hang over.
Apparently she popped me a Tylenol and a B-12 pill with a cup of water. My wife is so awesome!
It was a fun weekend. A fun Party/ Super Party!
I wake up early in the mornings still. Doesn't seem to matter if it's O level or I level. I still seem to be a fan of the Early Bird Special. So, on my birthday Lor woke up with me and made me a special birthday breakfast. Yum! On my birthday was not just a day to celebrate my 27 years of life. But also a celebration of one year and five months of being Ovo-Lacto-Pesca-tarian (sp). Last year on deployment I did this and the struggle, though it didn't have to be this hard on my body and mind, was something I personally wanted to do. I found out within myself and proved to others, it can be done.
Breakfast was amazing! It's not often I get a breakfast. I'm the dry toast and coffee kinda guy. To have a well thought out breakfast was very nice.
Then I left for work. When I arrived it was nearly five hours later and I was allowed to leave. A week prior we had a uniform inspection. Thanks to my beautiful and talented wife, she sewed on all my patches onto a new jumper for me. Seemed to have taken all evening to do. However it was fun. I passed the inspection and because of this, I was allowed to leave work early on Friday.
I got home to begin un wrapping birthday gifts! This year I'm the proud owner of a Waffle Iron, a Pageboy Hat, and a Mighty-Mug. If you've never seen a Mighty-Mug. It's a coffee mug which sticks to any flat surface. It's the answer to the office junky who is notorious of spilling coffee mugs. The Mighty-Mug refuses to tip over with the flick of a wrist. NOT A PUNCHING BAG! But a typical, flick of the wrist. As if you somehow forgot where you may have placed your mug on the desk.
After gifts and cards from the loved ones and scrolling through Facebook for birthday wishes from friends, family and fans. Lor and I began making my birthday cake. This year it was one of those years where I didn't know what kind of cake I wanted. My three favorite kinds are: Devils Food, Angles Food, and Carrot Cake. Either of them are great to have. This year, Angles Food won. And it was fun to teach Lor how to make one because she had never heard, made or tasted Angles Food before!
In consideration to last year on the ship where I didn't have cake and instead a paper bowl full of Apple Cobbler. I'm more than grateful of my Angles Food Cake. Then Lor treated me to dinner at China City. A local restaurant in our neighboring town.
My birthday was the beginning of Party/Super Party. Saturday really kicked my 27th year off. We started off with going to the beach and walking on the strand. Lor and I love this beach because it's all off leash for Lord Vader. Within our time there we stumbled on a beautiful dog owned by a group of bikers. Lor and I hang out with them and tossed a few beers with them. Everything seemed cool till biker guy number 1 started to call biker guy number 2 a bitch. At this point, the two of them got into a drunken fist fight. I grabbed the pick-nick basket. Lor grabbed Lord Vader and we both walked away from the situation.
Later into the evening we went to my friend Julian's house and watched "The big fight." Readers of old will note, I'm not a sports guy. I'm not a fan of anything extracurricular than music and art. So, because I couldn't pronounce one boxer's name correctly and noted he had a nickname of 'Pac-man.' I decided to keep it even and call the other boxer "Mayflower." I know his name has nothing to do with the Pilgrims or the Ship. I figured it was only fair to make fun of one and the other. That way real fans at the house wouldn't feel "offended" I didn't keep my opinions and words even-steven.
Three shots of Tequila later and somehow I got white boy waisted. I tapped out.... Said goodbye to everyone and then made it into the car. THIRTY MINUTES later we get home and Lor got me into the bed. I realized the next morning, if it was up to Lor she could ruffy me when I'm drinking at anytime. Somehow in my drunk-stuper she had in her hand two white pills. She said, "Here take these." And without thought, I grabbed them. Popped them and fell asleep. The next morning after Super Party I actually woke up without feeling like ass from a hang over.
Apparently she popped me a Tylenol and a B-12 pill with a cup of water. My wife is so awesome!
It was a fun weekend. A fun Party/ Super Party!
I'm so glad I found your blog! Thank you for sharing. I'm glad your birthday was great
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