Tuesday, March 3, 2009

yep, i'm really 40...

Let me preface this by just stating i know, I KNOW... i am terribly spoiled but because i am aware of it & willing to admit it, i'll fill you in on the drama of turning 40. i -of course- had terribly high expectations, but really... is it too much to ask that the mister rent Disney & have Tom Selleck deliver my new White Range Rover (with camel leather trimmed in black) to me in front of the Princess Castle, i mean it WAS my 40th.... apparently it was(too much to ask for)! My birthday was the day AFTER we returned from an amazing trip to Hawaii (have i mentioned how bad i want to go back, how much i love Maui, or how much i hate the weather in MI?) which was a Tues. i was home alone all day. When the mister returned from work he & darling daughter gave me roses....6? i wasn't real sure what 6 was, i had just received an email from an old friend saying he remembered his mom turning 40 & his dad giving her 40 roses! So anyway i put my PINK (i hate RED roses) roses in a vase & the 3 of us head to my FAVORITE FAVORITE place to eat! It's a Japanese steakhouse where they cook on the grill at your table. It's the kind of place where i want to puke 1/2 way thru my meal so i can clear a spot & continue to gorge! As we turn into the parking lot, there is a *NEW* Range Rover pulling in - i yell "oh my gosh, there's my present", but then i realize it's BURNT ORANGE.... there is NO way the mister is spending that kind of $$ & getting me the wrong color, so i realize it's just another person ready to eat their body weight in fried rice & meat. We pig out & head home... have you noticed i haven't opened a gift or mentioned friends?.... yeah, i did too! We get home & the mister says "well, i better get going, i've got pool tonight" (he's on a pool league) & off he goes leaving darling daughter & i to whoop it up by watching "American Idol" in our bed... Ok, yeah, i'm miffed, what can i say IT'S MY FORTIETH!!!!!!!!! I WANT PRESENTS, I WANT FRIENDS, I WANT DECORATIONS.... I then realize he's waiting for the weekend to SURPRISE me with a huge party, right?! Darling daughter goes to her grandma's that weekend & on Saturday night the mister asks if i want to go eat & see a movie. A movie... wink, wink... IT'S MY PARTY, i just know it!!! So we go to the Macaroni Grill & he says "2 for non smoking" & i'm like "yeah 2...." i'm all dressed up in my cute new hot pink wool jacket with the giant buttons, i fixed my hair & i'm thinking i look not too bad even if i do have to be 40. i'm kind of peeking around checking the tables waiting to lay my eyes on my PARTY. They call us in & there we go... right to a table for 2!! 2?? "i'll take a Merlot!" So the next morning we head to church (i need to pray for my behavior, obviously!). On the way home i can't take it anymore, the tears start flowing- giant crocodile tears! i'm blubbering & sniffing & blowing my nose (i know, i'm sexy like that!) & when the mister asks "what's wrong honey?", i can't do anything but hold up my tiny frail hand, wave it gently & shake my head, overcome with grief, i can't speak.... don't you feel sorry for me? hahahahahahahaha!!! i must admit, it was a very dramatic moment, ranks right up there with some sappy scene from the movie "Titanic"! i'm crying how it was my 40th & i had no presents, & there were no friends, & now it was over, & it was too late & it was MY FORTIETH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The mister doesn't say a word... perhaps he was scared? So, this goes on all week... well, i don't cry, but i just have this general sadness that my 40th was NO BIG DEAL & it just hurts. On Friday, i get an email from the mister asking if i'd like to go out to a local Mexican place with a couple we know (he works with the husband, but i don't know then that well.). When the mister gets home i greet him with news that it's just too late to fix my birthday & that i love him & i forgive him but dont' plan anything now, it is just TOO LATE & let's forget it - i see a look on his face that i take to mean "thank God she's done with that". 5 min before we are leaving darling daughter comes in & says "i have a secret surprise". Now this girl has been given a long talking to about "secrets" & how we do NOT keep them from mom- i've seen those news shows where perverts get kids to keep terrible secrets! Soooo, she is in my room with me saying "it's a secret.... wanna know?" & has this sneeky grin on her sweet little face. She informs me my friends Bob & Michelle are going to be there... i, of course, take this to mean he's trying to make up for my birthday by inviting friends of MINE to eat with us too... The 3 of us head over to the resturant & as we walk in... i see it...


THE SURPRISE PARTY!

Yes, he'd been planning it all along, but wanted to make sure it was on a weekend that darling daughter was home with us. Here i was whining & crying to all my friends who were then telling him & probably snickering over what a rotten, spoiled friend they had! My friends are there, there are decorations, presents & a drink as big as my head- what more could i ask for... ok, what more could I ask for???... haha! At this point i realize i have the best husbad in the world!!! Later he told me "a lesser man would have folded under the pressure". He knew if he could just make it to the date he had set up, it would all be good (& it was!!). AND, just for the record: he did give me a gift to OPEN... diamond earrings!

they had decorated with pictures of me from HIS 50th surprise party, which was a 70's theme, he even had my picture on my cake...

the funniest part though- they come out, put the hat on you & sing happy birthday while dotting whipped cream on your nose & chin...

Thankfully, one of the guys brings a napkin so you can wipe your face off....
too bad it's FULL of whipped cream!!

All's well, that ends well!


Thanks to my friends for coming & thanks to my *WONDERFUL* husband for putting up with me & loving me more every day... "you're the best!"

Tomorrow i'm going to post some pictures of the 2 projects i have done for my "Pretty" class that i'm taking online with Elsie Flannigan (see her personal blog above: a beautiful mess). i got a late start & i just haven't ever caught up, but i what i have done so far: a "color me happy" scrapbook & a jersey scarf.

Have a great day!!

m



2 comments:

Anonymous said...

OK! Aren't you glad you found him? (or Kennedy found him) I do not have your email address anymore and I need to have your dad's address and email. There are a few people who are planning a reunion for the old Jefferson SchooL where we went for just our 8th grade year and your dad was our Science teacher. Yes, this is where he had to teach SEX EDUCATION! I am not on top of blogging yet, you will have to educate me. So is some secret identity thief going to rob me of my meager compilation of material security, or is it safe? (If you are as old as me, this is a reference to the movie Marathon Man). Ask David, he just might get it. I have to talk to you, so send me your telephone number also! love ya, cynthia

Amy Sprunger said...

HOW FUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love the way you write. Cracks me up b/c you write exactly like you speak. I am so glad that you have a wonderful husband that loves you and celebrates you as you deserve.

Amy

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