BIRTHDAY BLOG

Today is my 47th birthday. Shut up already.

This morning I woke up at 6:59 am to my cell phone beeping. My darling Jordan had sent me a musical text message complete with birthday cake picture and all. Who cares that it was so early in the morning. My son remembered me. I love you too Jordan.

Next on the agenda was Bob. Bob sleeps with me in Seattle and I must tell you that we are very compatible bed partners. He rarely moves an inch, does not snore and he never crowds me off the bed. Although he did not have a gift for me, he let me know how much he adores me by accompanying me to the bathroom as he does every morning and sits patiently next to my feet, waiting for his turn. My bladder is much older than his.

8 a.m arrives and down the stairs comes my son-in-law. Mike remembers it is my birthday and last night he presented me with a beautiful surprise bouquet of roses for my bedroom (I like to call it the Oprah #2). They are lovely. Frodo the cat can smell their fragrance through the door and waits for the opportunity to dash inside when no one is looking. There's something about roses that cats really like - it's just unfortunate that he can't just smell them without tipping over the glass vase and then tearing the heads off the stems....Back to Mike. He sits and waits with me for the pregnant woman we both love to make her appearance. Soon enough we are enjoying our first coffee. They make fun of me and pretend to be angry that I am getting so many birthday phone calls that interrupt our time together. I would like to mention Tara's call because I am so very proud of her and her accomplishments this past weekend. She participated in the Weekend to End Breast Cancer walk in Vancouver and was able to raise over $2300.00 towards cancer research. Her feet are blistered and she walked for the last 18 hours with a very severe knot in her foot, always smiling. Well done, Tara!

Mike and Jen gave me a small box. Yes, girlfriends, the velvet kind of small box. Inside I found a gorgeous "Grandma" ring. Thank you for this very special ring. I will treasure it and you forever.

My man is giving me a fantastic birthday gift that makes me feel like someone on the "While You Were Out" TV program. He has hired a past student of Seycove - Aleem Kassam who is doing an extreme makeover of our family room. As a well known control freak, I am surprising myself that I have complete faith in Aleem's ability to spend Graham's money as well as I can. Thank you dear G, for this great present! (Have you watered the hanging baskets yet?)

This brings us up to noon on the birthday. I crave Thai for lunch and want to cook a sockeye for dinner. Oh yeah, just one more thing.

Mike gave Bob a huge piece of bagel and cream cheese earlier on today. I remarked on his generosity and kept my fears inside, being the very good houseguest that I am. Of course, not only did he later upchuck it on the new leather furniture, but Jen's horrified screaming led him to then run through it, splashing it on the glass coffee table, the Swedish Hospital Procedure Manual and some exquisite jewelry pieces Mike has recently sold - reaching a radius of approximately six feet. This was only to be followed by the realization (when he scooted across my bedspread in the Oprah #2) that something large, hard and brown was stuck on Bob's private bottom area. Surgical removal quickly followed, again with the chorus of Jen's screaming and the indignation of their perfect pets, Harry and Stella.

Happy Birthday to me. Let's have a baby today.