My birthday

My birthday is coming up the SU apparently has a few tricks up her sleeve that I don’t know about nor do I want to know. She said this to me this morning:

 

SU: “You better get hockey tickets for the game on your birthday or else I’m taking you to a chick flick.”

me: I pause for a few seconds, thinking about it, and I look at her and say, “Will the chick flick have boobies in it?”

 

Let me explain my rationale here for a second. I think most men would say its ok to see a chick flick as long as there’s boobies in it. If there’s no boobies then a man probably isn’t allowed to see it if other men he knows might happen to be there to see him entering the chick flick theater. However, I’m not like most men and don’t have to have boobies in my movies (yay! I rhymed). The only boobies I need to see belong to the SU. I said this to make her laugh (at least I was hoping it would).

 

SU: “Sure, I could find a chick flick that has boobies in it for you.”

Me: “Awesome, but that’s not necessary. I’m buying tickets to the hockey game.”

In the car tonight…

We’re all laughing and having a good time and the following takes place:

 

The Artist: I have something funny in my head!

SU: WAIT!

The Artist: *FAAAAARRRRRRRRRRT*

 

Sometimes, I wonder, do I have boys or girls? They find farting, burping, and discussion of any bodily functions hilarious.

The One Year Anniversary…

came and went today. She died a year ago. I don’t remember much of the last year except that she left us behind and I played a lot of golf. I don’t know if it’s my subconscious trying to block it out or if there just wasn’t anything that memorable last year. I don’t remember who was at the funeral aside from family members and very close friends. We went and visited her grave and left her some pretty roses. The Gamer and the Artist were happy to go but were bored after a few minutes so they wound up playing in the cemetery while the SU and I stood by her side. We couldn’t believe its already been a year. It seems like it was just yesterday that we were there putting her in the ground.

I guess the only thing I can really say about the anniversary and how I’m doing is that it does seem like its getting a little easier as time goes by. I still think about her often and I still tear up with sadness from time to time but it’s overall getting better. I figure it’ll be that way the rest of my life.

I miss you baby girl.

Overheard in the bedroom…

12:05am 01/01/08

Cobalt: “Happy New Year honey!”

SU: “Eh, huh, ahem, Happy New Year”

SU: *snore*

Cobalt: “I love you!”

SU: “Screw you!”

(Uh, Did I do something wrong?)

 

(As the ferocious puppy stands on top of the SU)

The gamer says to the SU as we’re laying in bed new years morning, “She conquered you mommy! You’re Mexico and she’s Hernando Cortez!”

 

Edited for clarity on 01/02/08