Sushi & Crepes - Part Deaux

Alrighty reader, here we go with PART TWO.


So, i went over the fact that I expected a CELEBRATION in PART ONE.
I was pretty blunt about that fact, trying to convince Stephen that he and I should go on a cruise, or a holiday somewhere, you know, typical stuff.


So, I was convinced The SAINT was organizing a surprise party. He'd mentioned a few things here and there prior to June, that lead me to believe I was right. He made an off handed comment when I mentioned I wanted a ridiculously priced gift, something like "I'm planning something, so try not to spend too much money". This I will refer to as supporting fact 1.


So, with my vivid imagination and a dream, I imagined all manner of scenario's, dancing elephants, acrobatic monkey's, Magic Mike (kidding). No, I surmised his plan was to throw a Surprise Party.


I was so confident, I told my friend's in New Zealand, "Yeah, The SAINT is throwing me a surprise party." 


I'm going to type in GREEN, the clues, that supported my belief.


Earlier in the year


A good friend of The SAINT's, an AMAZING photographer and Sushi chef, was on this past season of Survivor. The TV Show.  We went to a Survivor viewing party to support said friend and I noticed The SAINT sneakily whispering to his buddy.


I'm not usually crazy suspicious, but in this case, my spidey senses were tingling, and they're usually pretty on point, so I'll deem this supporting fact 2.



The weekend before the week of my Birthday ...

The SAINT wanted to go to Vegas for the weekend. There was a baptism for a nephew, he had a groupon for a hotel, you know how it goes. Since I'd barely gotten back from NZ (6 days), it was an opportunity for a nice family weekend getaway.


I'd started to doubt the certainty I'd once had about my Surprise Celebration the week before my Birthday.
I sent some emails to The SAINT, fishing for information to confirm or deny a possible surprise party. 


I was shut down, pretty brutally I might add.
While in Vegas, the following happened ...


At the baptism, The SAINT was talking to his Aunty. The portion of the conversation I overheard was "just come to the party next week" which to me, is supporting fact 3. 


A little while later, while hanging out at The SAINTs cousin's house, we were talking about some AMAZING books (not really. Fifty Shades of Grey anyone?) and I think I may have mentioned I was turning 30 the following week. One of the cousins said "Oh we're sorry we can't make it to your party, we wanted to be there" .. supporting fact 4.


By this point I was pretty damn confident i was having a party, and on the drive home Sunday, was feeling rather enthusiastic about my upcoming Birthday.


Sunday Night I say to The SAINT "So, what are we doing for my Birthday?".
In a pretty serious voice he says to me "Okay, so, I originally planned something but, it fell through" and so I'm thinking ok ... supporting facts for surprise party, just blew up. 


SIDE NOTE: The SAINT, is saintly, in that he doesn't lie, ever. He doesn't over exaggerate the truth usually, so I was pretty damn sure whatever he had planned had seriously fallen through. 


So, with one statement, I was POSITIVE my surprise party was no longer. Since it was Sunday, and my ACTUAL Birthday was on Wednesday, I wasn't too worried, I figured, he can plan something last minute, get some family and friends together for dinner, it'll be a good time!


I left it to The SAINT to organize a little something but decided for myself that I was going to celebrate my Birthday in my own special way.


I'm sick of writing for now .. I'll finish the actual birthday week later today.

Sushi & Crepes - Part One.

An odd combination I’ve been told, but when I point to myself, I get a head nod and a “Yeah, that’s pretty you”.

SO, I turned 30 this month. The BIG DIRTY THIRTY. 3 weeks ago to be exact. And being the girl that I sometimes choose to be, I wanted, not just a 30th Birthday Party but a 30^th CELEBRATION ! (cue fireworks and jazz hands). But, in order to fully comprehend the entire situation, I'm going to take you back

A few years ago ...


My birthday is the first week in June. The 6th to be exact. 
When Stephen and I first met, he worked from 2pm to midnight.
At the beginning of every month, from the 6th on, he couldn't request time off or be out of town, it was a requirement of the job.
We would celebrate my birthday on the 5th "because it's the 6th in New Zealand" for the first few years. One year, Stephen wasn't even in the country for the my birthday, so we didn't even do anything. So, you can see, I'm slightly sensitive when it comes to my birthday and my husband.


Fast forward to earlier this year ...


I'm not subtle, clearly, so I made a pretty big deal about the fact that I was turning 30 this year.
All year. 
I was pretty vocal about the fact


Last month ...


In May,  I went to New Zealand for 7 days. A VERY short trip, with a specific purpose, namely, BROTHER 3's wedding.
Why only 7 days you ask? Because, I had to work, and ... I went to New Zealand in March.
"YOU WENT TO NEW ZEALAND IN MARCH AND MAY!" is the all to often incredulous question I receive.
Ah, my Grandma died in March, so yes, I definitely went back and we'd planned earlier in the year for the husband, kids and I to go back to NZ for BROTHER 3's wedding, and BROTHER 4's return from his mission.
But since BROTHER 3 and Grandma changed the plans, we cancelled the family trip.
The husband and I were sitting on the couch at the beginning of May and he randomly asked "Do you want to go back to NZ for BROTHER 3's wedding?" To which I responded "No".


Now, while you might think I'm ridiculous saying no to a trip to NZ, in March, our 3 year old and I traveled 44 hours to get from Auckland, NZ to Salt Lake City, UT, via CHINA. Five (5) planes, a crazy country and a 3 year old? 
Exactly.


The other reason, you'll see in the disclaimer below the next sentence.


So, after a very convincing conversation with my husband (You'll fly direct to NZ and it'll be on Air New Zealand, blah, blah, sweetness) I was convinced and excited.


[DISCLAIMER: I'm very particular about certain things. Food, presents I receive from my husband. I want what I want, and would rather get nothing, then get something I didn't want. I'm not like this with everyone, just with Stephen, though I LOVE homemade gifts more than anything! Especially from my babies, and definitely from my husband. It's just, in my mind, I think, if you're going to spend our money on stuff for me, just get me stuff I want. Logical right?]


All this being said, I didn't want the trip to New Zealand to be my Birthday present. I'd like to say I'm sorry, but I'm not. The above disclaimer explains why, no need to elaborate.
By now, I'm sure you're thinking, your husband must be a SAINT to be married to someone like you. I agree, therefore, we will refer to him moving forward as The SAINT.


I feel like this story is quite long. So I'm going to take a break. Be prepared for part two later.

There’s a caterpillar in my raspberry

I bought a punnet of succulent raspberries from the store

On a hot summer’s day, nothing satisfies me more!

I sat down to enjoy my mouth watering, juicy berries

The excitement, elation,  overwhelmed me, I was merry!

Enthusiastically I sucked a ripe berry through my lips

And felt something fall onto my tongue, just the tip

So I popped out my tongue just to stare for a minute

And found staring back, was a CATERPILLAR, dang it.

So I picked up the caterpillar and placed it in front of me,

And I told it “Go on, crawl away and be free

Don’t let life pass you by

And because I didn’t eat you, you’ll become a BUTTERFLY!"

{DISCLAIMER: What really happened was ... I put a raspberry in my mouth and before I bit into it I felt something on my tongue. 

I poked my tongue out, and found a dead caterpillar. Gross. Just glad I didnt chew it.

I like the version in my head better.}

Sobe of the BirthDAY Week

You flatterer you.

TMGB

The next page of stupid

Or maybe this one?

The Mean Green Bean

I'm entertaining myself with this story I'm writing. It's ridiculous, its a "children's story" and I'm illustrating it for my kids.

Why?

I want them to learn some valuable life lessons in an entertaining way.

Here are a couple of pages.

See if you can determine the theme.

I'll add a few pages over the next month.

Maybe, when it comes to sex ed I'll do this for them.

HAHAHAHAHAHA.