I'm very tardy with this post because I've been stumbling around like a blind person on my new computer and things are taking me twice as long to accomplish. (I'm really really missing the right click functions on the mouse--I guess it's one of those things that you don't appreciate until you don't have it. And now blind people everywhere are offended because they're like, "um, yeah. we can't even see and we could figure things out at least five times as fast as you.)
We are attempting to make the switch from our PC to Mac--basically because we just like the Mac guy better on the commercials. Isn't that what they want us to do? Pick the cooler guy? Now I'm waiting to see if this new Mac makes me cooler, too. With tight skinny-legged jeans and big, bushy brown eyebrows.
Anyway, yesterday was my birthday--the dreaded big 3-0. Except for me it wasn't really dreaded, it was more like, Geez. Finally. I feel like I've been 30 for six or seven years now. Alex asked me how old I was yesterday and his response was, "Thirty? You're thirty? Oh. You look
FORTY." Awesome. But I'm OK even if I do look 40 because maybe now people will stop giving me the "you have 4 kids and you're only how old?" faces.
Jeremy's birthday is a week after mine so we got most of the extended family together for a dual-b-day celebration dinner on Saturday night
at the Japanese Hibachi and Sushi place--Todd was on babysitting duty so Dee was flying solo.
I have to say that Hibachi restaurants are alot more fun when you're not worried your two year olds are going to reach over and permanently meld their hands to the grill... I only had to remind Jeremy once or twice. It's hot. HOT. H-O-T.
I have video of our funny chef cooking
up all our food, but it was incredibly dorky sounding because all you could hear was Jeremy quizzing him about where he learned all his tricks and my mom worrying about getting impaled by a flying fork during his "helicopter trick." This was the famous onion volcano right before the soy sauce lava.
I made Greg take this group shot with the promise that I'd photoshop him in later--see, I don't lie. He's peeking out there between Mom and Jeremy.
So out of all the dorks that tried to catch the broccoli that our chef flung at us, I was the only one who managed to catch it. Jeremy's rebounded off his face and landed here in front of us.
You know you've had way too much to eat when this is your plate after you've been going at it for what seems like forever and there's not even a dent...that and when your husband's stomach starts busting out like the red plaid one down there...
Just be glad I didn't let him lift his shirt for the picture like he wanted.
So I'm off now to battle more of the same--trying to keep the kids from killing themselves and each other and enforcing the "naughty step" timeout over and over and over. I think Supernanny better add Dallas to her route next season or by next year I'll look 50.
And be patient with me if the formatting on this post is all screwed up--my Mac and blogspot apparently hate each other and are messing with me by moving things around just as I'm about to get it how I want it. Freaking technology.
**Edited to Add**
I can't believe I forgot the funniest part of the whole evening. On the ride home, we were scrolling through the ipod to find something to listen to and we flashed past David Archuleta's name.
So Jeremy got all excited and said, "His CD just came out. It's supposed to be pretty good."
Then I said, "You already bought it, didn't you?"
"Maybe... And it IS good."