Good Morning?

*wakes up*

So this is what it’s like to be 40…

*looks around*

Fcuk it, I’m going back to bed 🙂

Das Weekend

In approximately 1.5 hours I will regretfully be out of my 30s. Yes, that day is almost here: I will be over the hill on Saturday. Yay.

As far as plans go, we really don’t have any. Every place is crowded for dinner so it’s not worth the effort–even if it’s my birthday. Instead we plan on heading down to Downtown Disney so that I can build a Build-A-Bear and perhaps get into Disneyland. I’m building a bear because I got a coupon in the mail the other day–a $12 value–as my birthday landed on President’s Day weekend this year. This is the first time in, well, ever that I can recall this being the case. In any event, we’re going to at least do that.

But we may not get into Disneyland for a few reasons. First, we’re blocked out on Saturdays but being it’s my birthday, I will get in free. The bad thing? I can’t claim the gift card that Annual Passholders get should their birthday fall on a non-blackout date (at least that’s the way I understand it) and because Ann and The Kid will still be blocked, they’d have to pay the $40 blackout fee to get in. Not worth it.

Second, it’s President’s Day weekend. It will probably be insanely busy. And third, there’s a chance of rain tomorrow so that pretty much seals our fate.

I also plan on eating a really big hamburger tomorrow. Yes, you heard me right–a hamburger. You see, tomorrow was the day I intended to be at my target weight and I hit that months ago. So being that I avoided hamburgers for nearly 3 years, it’s time to indulge a little bit, and Carl’s Jr. will be the place I do it. They’ve got a new burger called The Big Carl and I don’t care how many calories, how much fat, how many Weight Watchers Points the thing contains. I’m going to eat it all and I’m going to like it!

And for what it’s worth, here’s a recent picture of me in my size 48 Fat Guy Pants. People, I used to fill those pants–no shit.

I look pretty stoned or something in that “after” picture, don’t I? I don’t photograph well.

That’s all I got for tonight. See ya later…when I’m a hell of a lot older… 🙂


About Christmas time, my buddy Tim had mentioned that in order to celebrate our 40th birthdays in 2009, we should go out for lunch and the local batting cages. He set the tentative date for Saturday, February 7th and I made absolutely sure I reserved that day for the occasion. Hey, batting cages and lunch? I’m so there.

But little did I know that Ann had been busy scheming…

So Tim arrives and off we go to the cages which just a few hours prior seemed impossible as it was raining pretty heavily at the time. We go to the cages, hit–or try to hit–the softball pitches for 30 minutes, try the 80 MPH cage (where I actually hit more pitches), and then head to lunch. The events took a few hours and we had a good time.

We pull up in the driveway and, much to my surprise, see my uncle and aunt getting out of their car. Strange…were they just visiting? It wasn’t a holiday when we usually see them…

I approach the door, Ann asks where we’ve been and, upon opening the door, I was greeted by a loud “Surprise!” along with kids tooting party horns. Ann’s months of scheming had finally paid off: it was a surprise 40th birthday party for me.

Cousins, neighbors and friends, aunts and uncles were all there to help me celebrate what should be the most memorable birthday of all. And without a doubt, it was just that.

I ate, opened presents, chatted with everybody, and just had a great time. There are pictures but unfortunately, they all turned out terrible (which prompted me to buy Ann a new camera today). There were a few invitees that couldn’t make it but most were out of town or in one drastic case, in the hospital. Others simply had other prior plans.

In any case, and even though my birthday isn’t until this coming Saturday, everybody had a great time and I got a grip of gift cards for everything from Subway (yeah!) to iTunes (yeah yeah!) to Outback Steakhouse (mmm…!)

That was Saturday. Needless to say, we cleaned up and rested today.

And hey, are the Grammys on tonight? Oh well.

Should I Worry?

In casual conversation yesterday, Ann mentioned that she and her mom are already talking of plans for my 40th birthday next year.

Because I don’t want to be surrounded by stupid little tombstone-shaped Mylar balloons and “Over The Hill” cakes, I told her “no parties” and she promptly told me that there wouldn’t be.

And she knows damn well I’m acrophobic so skydiving is definitely out of the question.

Um…so should I be worried?

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