The day of my actual birthday started off kinda poopy, though. I was stuck at home with my sick son and spent a good part of the AM cleaning up toddler puke from all over myself, my son, the kitchen floor, and the kitchen cabinets. With bleach! Weee!
The day may have started with puke, but (thankfully) it ended with a big bag of gifts from my hubby and a lovey-dovey date. Somehow, the troubles of my day instantly melted away as I started unwrapping my presents. Can you believe that? It was miraculous! Chris and I went out and had coffee and truffles at a local chocolate bar here in town called 'CoCo Flow'. We sat and talked about life and Reno and family and our dreams. It was a really sweet time. (no pun intended.)
Then, on Saturday morning, we borrowed our neighbor's bikes and their buggy thing for Ezra to ride in, and we headed out to the lake by our house. We rode bikes on the trails around the water, but it was really hot and, have I ever told you guys this? I PRETTY MUCH HATE BEING OUTSIDE. I'm definitely not your 'outdoorsy type' of girl, so doing things like riding bikes and hiking and, well, being outside are very trying for me. Outside there are bugs and no A/C. Outside, you get all sweaty and you walk somewhere only to have to turn around and WALK BACK. I just don't get it.
Chris was laughing at me the whole time we rode our bikes because, apparently, I had my 'miserable face' on. I was hot and weak, and those bike seats? They chaff. Ezra had a blast, though, and he also got real sweaty. As shown here:
I really wish I was more of an outdoorsy-type of gal. My whole family is 'outdoorsy', but I guess I didn't inherit the gene. I know Chris loves the outdoors. It makes me feel totally lame when I am miserable being outside while everyone else is having a blast... Walking. In the heat. Knowing full well they will have to walk back the same way again to get to their cars. And still smiling.
Being this way somehow makes me feel like less of a woman or something... like I'm just a squee-ish little mall girl that gets her biggest thrills from getting all gussied up to go hit the Pac Sun on Saturdays. (ugg. hate that store.) I don't want to be this way... I want to enjoy hiking and camping and rafting and biking, but I just never have. Actually, I do love camping and rafting and rock climbing, but it's the getting there that ruins it for me. The walking. Or biking. If someone could just carry me to the fun place, I'd be golden!
Anywho, tonight we are going up to Guthrie with some good friends to eat some birthday cake and watch a drive-in movie. I'm so excited, it's going to be a blast. Luckily for Ezra (but unfortunately for us, I suppose), 'Shrek 3' is the movie playing tonight. Shrek THREE? And, have you heard? Get yourselves ready for 'Shrek the Halls' coming to your TVs this Christmas!
Hey, DreamWorks! Just so you know, I'M ALL SHREK-ED OUT. But, thanks!
Here's some pictures of a couple of birthday gifts I got:
impeccable taste and...
knows me all too well.
My friend Joel bought this print for me from this talented girl. All the proceeds from her artwork go towards helping her sister adopt a child from Ethiopia, as well as to an orphanage called AHOPE in Addis Ababa that cares for HIV+ children. Go check out her stuff, it's amazing!
Also, my wise and foreknowing mother bought me an EXTERNAL HARD DRIVE! Now I can spill all the coffee I want and never lose all my preshus-weshus data! woo hoo!
I should really have birthdays more often.