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25 April 2008

It's My Birthday Too, Yeah

This morning I was frantically driving to work trying not to be more than 5 minutes late for my 9:00 meeting. Rob told us last night that we were "walking into a buzz saw" if we presented part of what we'd planned. So, I was stressed to say the least.

I know, Happy Birthday, David. Your day starting to suck already.

But, we walked into the buzz saw and came out unscathed. We presented what we'd intended and all went very well.

And, when I came out of the Executive Conference room, Amy S. mentioned that I had a surprise at the front desk. I walked down the stairs and saw a dozen red roses from Cameron with a card attached that said "Hi Sweety, Happy BD, I wish I was home. Love, Cameron."


Awesome.

As I made my way to my office I rounded the corner to find it festooned in lots of glittery fun. There was a small cake. Rockstar heart and star shaped sunglasses, a planter filled with Geraniums, Lantana, Coleus and Dusty Miller. This surprise was brought to me by Michelle, Amy and Alexandra, three of my favorite girls. Michelle inscribed the Hoops & Yoyo talking card from Hallmark they'd left for me with "Happy Birthday David!!! I love you!!! You look hotter every year! your "C", Michelle."

LOVE her. "Your 'C'" refers to a time when she, Eric and I went down to the diner to forage and were distracted by Dr. Phil on the TV. He was talking to a couple, the husband of which was apparently abusive. Dr. Phil was addressing the wife. He said, "you said he kissed the baby in your arms, punched you, called you a bitch. Then he called you a "C".

We all roared with laughter at how ridiculous this pompous, self-described expert sounded saying, "and then he called you a 'C'". It was like hearing somebody call a penis a "wee-wee." So, we all refer to each other as "C" when we think about it.

Anyway, on to the reason for this post. My "C", Michelle, Amy W. and Alexandra made my day.

I received my agency card that contained a half-day off certificate and inscriptions from co-workers. Some of the witty repartee: "happy birthday, bitch. Love, Michelle," and "I have enjoyed being next to the 'portal of hell.' Happy Birthday, Amy." Josh wrote that I should "smoke some grass." Since Brian was MIA for the card signing, Jim entered, "I Love You. Brian" for him.

"The portal of hell" is my office. Amy S. and I were having a discussion yesterday before our spirited debate with Rob (buzzsaw) about some outdoor boards. She and decided that we needed to talk to Andrea, who I paged saying, "Andrea, could you join Amy and me in the Portal of Hell?" Amy roared with laughter and wrote my statement down for her wall of funny phrases, oft referred to as "the Wall."

Here are the photos.











23 April 2008

Turmoil. Then Bliss.

I haven't forgotten about my little space in the world here.

Work = overwhelming to the point of being hellish. I need a vacation.

After spending more than 24 hours over the last couple of days trying to develop a brand campaign for a new client and finding out that I didn't have all the information to make smart decisions on how to approach the project, I accompanied one of our principals and a counterpart for a working presentation yesterday afternoon that went fairly well. They liked our work, gave us direction and now need to have a finalized presentation prepared for mid-next week for their licensees. Busy, still, we'll be.

Regardless, a few minutes after 5 o'clock I was barreling up I-55 toward home for a last evening with Cameron for the next few days. Mosquitoes notwithstanding, we had a nice conversation and a couple cocktails outside. We moved inside to start dinner: orange roughy sauteed with onions, capers and lemon juice, accompanied with pan-seared bay scallops and prawns and steamed whole green beans with a bit of butter.

He'd rented two movies from Blockbuster and I had a Netflix disc available. Cloverfield, Juno or Jarhead? We popped Juno into the DVD and were both surprised and taken in by the film.

We thought it was delightful in spite of some reports that it was in poor taste and promoted teenage pregnancy. While I don't share those sentiments I understand how someone might feel that way. I just don't. To me the characters mostly acted with love, grace and understanding with a desire to do the right thing. Thoroughly enjoyable.

Because the remainder of the evening should be kept private it will. I'll just say it was blissful.

I hope all your rough days end in such a nice way.

02 April 2008

Chest Pains

Cameron keeps telling me that statistics, common knowledge, psychologists or whomever say that it's going to take a year to adjust to losing Doris.

Right now, I don't know if I'll make it. I miss her so much.




Every time I see this face I smile, but then I hurt. She brought joy to all of us.