Category: Daily Life

These are my daily rants, stories, and what not.

Sam’s Birthday

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On Thursday, September 25th, Sam turned 30. I got a plan going in my mind a few weeks ago to celebrate.

I took a personal day and didn’t go to work, but didn’t tell Sam I was taking the day off. I got up at 5:45am, like any other work day, showered, got dressed and left for work. I picked up a slew of pictures I had printed at CVS, drove to the Giant Eagle to pick up some ingredients for birthday cookies and cake, hit Target and Staples for some tri-fold board, a card and markers, and hit up a florist for some flowers.

After about two hours of driving around Sam had left for work and I returned home. I got right to work on cookie dough (using our awesome Kitchenaid Mixer). After putting the dough in the fridge, I started on the apples for the cake. I sautéed up some apples on the stove with sugar and butter, hand mixed some dough up (since the Kitchenaid bowl was in the refrigerator) and put the dough in the oven.

Next I got to work on her card. This idea didn’t hit me until I was actually at Target (hence the trip to Staples). I cleaned off the kitchen table and laid the tri-fold board out. I decorated it, threw some pictures on it and added a nice birthday message. Wasn’t sure what I was going to do with it, but thought it was a good idea.

After the cake was set aside to cool I put the cookies in and cleaned the apartment. By this time it was getting close to 11. My original plan was to surprise Sam as they were walking out of the office to head to lunch but that wasn’t going to happen. It was a 30 minute drive out to Sam’s work and cookies hadn’t finished yet and I still needed for finished the glaze of for the Toffee Apple Cake. So the new plan was to surprise Sam where they were for lunch. I finished up the cookies and took the flowers out of the water I had set them in and packed everything up to go surprise Sam.

I drove out to the east side of Cleveland, and I knew Sam was going out to lunch with her co-workers at Olive Garden, so I looked up the closest one to Sam’s work and headed out there. I parked right out in front of Olive Garden and gave Same a call. She didn’t answer, instead sending an auto-text back ‘Can’t talk right now.’ I wasn’t deterred. I sent her a picture of the front of Olive Garden and a text that said “You should at least come out and kiss me since I’m outside right now.”

About ten minutes later I got a “Wait… Are you here?” text back and she came out. I opened up the card and gave a her a big kiss. Ate lunch with her co-workers and hung out at work with her for a bit before coming back home.

It’s her 30th Birthday. She deserved something special. When she got back from work we went out to eat at a Mexican restaurant, came back and caught up on some Doctor Who while eating birthday cake and opening her last present (a gift subscription to LootCrate).  That was in addition to some Daniel Closes books, a candy thermometer and one more thing that hasn’t arrived yet… although that might become a Christmas present depending on when it arrives.

Sam was amazingly surprised.  The right amount of surprise she says.  She not a big surprise person, which made me debate whether showing up with flowers, a giant card and White and Milk Chocolate cookies would be too much or not.  But it wasn’t, and I scored boyfriend points with all her coworkers (woo boyfriend points).

White and Milk Chocolate CookiesApple Toffee CakeTri-Fold Card

Another Dream

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Space BoyI love my dreams. They are weird, vivid, and usually have a storyline that runs through them.

Sam says her dreams are never as coherent as mine. When I was in middle school I used to try and tell myself what I wanted to dream about as I was falling asleep. I do recall it worked sometimes. Just a random experiment.

So last night, I had this dream that I was an astronaut on the first mission to the moon. Not NASA – Neil Armstrong mission to the moon, but something different. We were in a big, huge, massive auditorium. Pack with people, press and all the equipment for the mission to the moon. We were launching from right there on stage.

Everything in the dream was modern too. This wasn’t a 1960’s dream, it was modern day.

In the auditorium the lights were down. The rest of the crew and I were laughing and talking with all the fans and press about how great this was. There were four of us going on this mission. We were treating it lightly even though everyone kept saying how historic it was. As lift off was closing in, we all went our separate ways to get prepared. I kept looking for my spacesuit and couldn’t find it. The rest of the crew were all dressed up in their clear bubble headed spacesuits and ready for lift off. I was the only one not prepared.

I ran around the dressing room searching for my spacesuit. I tore clothes off racks, ripped through drawers that were way to small to fit the suit, and was screaming at the top of my lungs. Someone told me it could be in the coat rack and I ran to the back of the auditorium, a spot light following me the whole way, but my suit wasn’t there. I eventually accepted that the mission had to go one without me. That everyone else was ready, I was preventing launch and had to just give up, which I did.

I didn’t watch the launch. I went back to my dressing room and collapsed on the bed in there arms splayed out to my sides exhausted. All I was saying was “Someone hide it” while really thinking I just wasn’t ready for it. Didn’t prepare for launch the right way. Everyone else was ready way before me and I took it too lightly. That’s why I wasn’t on the launch. It was my fault.

Someone came in to fight me. Really. This was part of my dream. Someone came in the dressing room wanting to fight me. One of the launch crew on the ground said “You really don’t want to fight with him right now. He’s pretty mad,” and I was. I was mad and angry and blaming myself for not being on the something as historic as the first mission to the moon.

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And that’s how I woke up. Not sure how, why, or where this dream came from but there it is. A solid tale of randomness and fiction that my brain created to entertain me last night.

Sock Pebble

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robotsocksEveryone has had it.

Where you get a pebble or something small in your sock that irritates your foot with every step.

That was this morning.

I spent about 4 minutes taking on and off my sock trying to locate whatever it was that irritating my heel.

I didn’t locate it, but after taking the sock on and off three times it was gone.

I had to turn the sock inside out and sweep the whole of it with my hand before it felt fine when I wore it.

Robots did not help.

The Last Gasps of Skunky

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Skunky Angelo doesn’t do so well with being alone.  So Skunky is essentially his best friend when Sam and I are gone.

Skunky has been around for a few years now.  He is a cat toy, obviously shaped like a skunk, that squeaks every time Angelo touches him.  There were nights where I would be woken up by Angelo batting Skunky around the apartment for what seemed like an eternity.  Other nights Skunky would be in the bed next to Angelo, and in the morning I would find him in the living room.  Did Angelo move him… or is Skunky a magical toy that moves himself?  I’ll never know, but my heart tells me its the latter and Skunky is doing it to mess with Angelo.

Sunday night Sam discovered Skunky was losing what made him Skunky, his loud squeak.  It’s going away.  I won’t say it sounds like crying…. its more like he’s going hoarse. Sadly his batteries aren’t replaceable.

Last night Angelo discovered it.  I was sitting on the living room floor and Angelo came up behind Skunky and gave him a good slap on the back with paws.  Like how old friends would greet each other with a slap on the shoulder.  When Skunky didn’t make his loud squeak, but instead his low whiny gasp Angelo looked almost offended.  He just sat there, and turned his head to me for explanation.  While I tried explaining it to him, he looked disinterested.  Just walked away, with his head hanging low and leaving his best friend Skunky alone on the carpet.

Essentially setting Skunky free and knowing it was the right thing to do.

Angelo in the morning