Sushi & Crepes - Part Toru

So, if you're still with me, HOW did I celebrate in my own special way?


Why, with a BIRTHDAY (WORK) WEEK of course!


Monday, the beginning of my birthday week...


Usually's Monday's drag a bit right?
And the Monday of my birthday week, well the morning anyway, appeared to be the same type of Monday as all other Monday's. Slow. 


I asked Stephen if we'd do anything, like maybe a dinner or something with our friends on Friday, and he didn't seem interested at all. Slightly disturbed by his indifference, I decided I would do what I could to make sure I was thoroughly entertained throughout the week. 


Mid morning I received a call from the receptionist "You have a delivery here at the front desk!".
To my surprise, one of my awesome co-workers who lives out of state, sent me a delicious edible arrangement (including mangoes, kiwi fruit, chocolate covered strawberries and chocolate covered banana's) I was STOKED!
What a way to start a Birthday week!

But, it gave me an idea.
I thought to myself, to have a Birthday Week that doesn't disappoint me, I'm going to have to assign people specific day's to celebrate me. Conceited, I know. But, it was my Birthday and week and it's my blog so suck it.


To have a successful Birthday Week, which to mean would mean enjoying each day of my week, well, in my mind the best idea was to assign people day's to delight me. So I did. Using the best tool I could think to use, facebook.


I made assignments to my work besty (WB) for Tuesday, BROTHER 1 for Thursday and SISTER 1 for Friday. Pure genius.
I posted comments on their facebook pages, as well as mine, setting my expectations. I actually went so far as to tell them "Don't disappoint me" to be sure I wasn't going to be, well, disappointed. I know, my boldness know's no bounds sometimes.
Obviously The SAINT had Wednesday, my actual Birthday. Obviously.
The SAINT was also pretty damn sick Monday, so I wanted him to rest up for my Wednesday excitement.


So, with my Monday successfully completed I decided it was time to figure out what kind of Celebrations we were going to have for my actual birthday.
I went home and talked to The SAINT and he was rather nonchalant about the entire thing, telling me we could do dinner, but probably just with BROTHER 1 and family, and SISTER 1 and family. He didn't want to do a big thing and organize too many people. I wasn't phased though, I was all gung ho thinking, I'm on a roll with my celebrating!


Tuesday, the day before my ACTUAL Birthday (but also my actual birthday in New Zealand)


The SAINT and I had decided to go to dinner and a movie that night (matinee prices at Megaplex Theaters on Tuesday .. in case you didn't know) so, I knew that Tuesday, was going to be a good day.


And when the WB came upstairs and delivered a baker's dozen cupcakes from my FAVOURITE cupcake shop, The Sweet Tooth Fairy, I was thrilled! 
(Thrilled - not a word I use often, but I'm feeling it right now).

The SAINT was still feeling ill, but like the good man he is, and since we'd planned on it, we went to The District, my movie theatre of choice, and watched Snow White and the Huntsman and ate dinner at Red Robin (YUM) across the road. A good time was had by all.


Wednesday, THE BIG DAY!!!


I awoke to a still somewhat sick husband, who got up and made me a delicious smoothie, got the kids ready and sent me on my merry way.


When I got to work, I was greeted by a surprise in my office thanks to the WB. There were balloons all over the floor and attached to my computer, confetti on every ledge and in every crevice, streamers, just a complete mess. A magical mess none the less. It was AWESOME!

At my morning meeting with my Supervisors, feeling pretty good I might add, I was treated to a very cool Birthday surprise. My team had all gone in on a few things for me, and for my meeting, I got to open a bag of goodies.
There was chocolate, more chocolate, Monsters (a terrible addiction), my FIRST muumuu ever (apparently my face said it all, and I pulled the fingers when I actually opened this sensual flowery red material) and my favourite .. BUNDT CAKES (well, bundtini's from Nothing Bundt Cake). I was feeling too too spoilt, and a little guilty for forcing people to celebrate me on other days, but that feeling was fleeting.

I'd already planned to go The Chocolate for lunch, for a sugar overload with a few work mates so I knew the day was only on the up and up.
While at The Chocolate with my work mates, I received a phone call from The SAINT telling me he was going to come up and see me, since it was my Birthday and all, and I was very excited about that.


I got back to work in time to see The SAINT for just a short time before he had to go back to work, and he brought me a Bundt cake, another tray of bundtini's and .... some socks. 
Socks? 
Socks! 
5 pairs to be exact. Some hiking socks in my favourite colour combination (North Carolina blue and gray) and some socks wrapped together and made to look like cupcakes. Still socks.
I pulled all the paper out of the sock gift bag only to be told "Nope, there's nothing else. Just socks". Just socks.
The SAINT told me he'd ordered my present, but it wouldn't be here til Friday or Saturday, he wasn't sure. My brain was screaming "Why didn't you order it earlier, my Birthday is the same time, every year" BUT because I was too stoked to see The SAINT, I left that little nugget alone.

Armed with MORE cake, I sat in the magical mess, eating cake, working, and basically loving life.


The day rest of the day flew by and for dinner, The SAINT and I and our children hit my favourite restaurant Carrabba's for dinner.
All in all, a rather fabulous day.


But, all was not right in the world. You see, The SAINT, is a grand gesture kind of person to me. I got a new car this past Christmas. I get GOOD presents from him, always. I know it's terrible to expect something good, but, I kind of do. So the fact that I got socks, didn't quite sit right. 
And, after an awesome day, I should have been filled with gratitude because of how it all went. That would be too easy wouldn't it? And so unlike me. So, much like me, a seed of concern had been planted in my mind.


If you're still with me ... I'll finish the rest of this tomorrow. It's a lot, I know, but if you stay tuned, you'll see just how saintly The SAINT really is, and you'll know some people have unfathomable patience, namely, my husband.