Birthdays and Hitches

My birthday (a couple weeks ago) went off with only one hitch this year. It's an upsetting hitch, but a hitch that will be rectified in time.

Thursday at work, I jokingly told Dr. S that I didn't want any emergency calls that night as I was going out with friends for my birthday (we were both on call that night). He said, "Oh, happy birthday! How old are you gonna be? 35?" I promptly told him he's now on my Shit List. How dare he add two years onto my age?! He won back a couple brownie points for emptying the dishwasher for me because he had nothing to do. But he's still not out of the woods.  ;o)

Thursday evening I had dinner with a couple of girlfriends at a nice restaurant, and as a bonus an old high school classmate of ours was serenading the restaurant patrons with his guitar. He played lots of tunes from my high school days (mid-late 90s), which was great because I don't hear those songs very often anymore. After he finished a set, he came over and visited with us for a bit. After he had his dinner but before he went back on, he came back over as my birthday dessert arrived and sang Happy Birthday. I'm glad he didn't use the microphone, but since it's a small restaurant, I'm pretty sure everybody heard anyway. The folks at the restaurant got a thumbs up from me as they wrote in strawberry something-or-other "Happy Birthday Miss CB 17th". Considering the waiter carded me when I ordered a drink, I'm pretty sure he knew it wasn't my 17th birthday.

Friday, my birthday, I had to work half the day. One of my co-workers went and bought me a small chocolate cake. I got home, and my mom had fixed what I wanted for my birthday dinner - Brangus Burgers and fries, with funfetti cupcakes for dessert. The story behind the Brangus Burger is that was the name of the restaurant my parents owned when I was really little. It's a simple burger - BBQ sauce, onion rings, bacon and cheese. An ex-boyfriend had them once and said, "so basically it's a western bbq burger from Carls Jr." Yes. It is. But we had never heard of Carls Jr at the time of our restaurant. Jack ass. Carl has got nothing on a Brangus Burger.

I finally got to open the presents that had been sitting on the buffet, torturing me all week long. Granny got me an electric throw blanket - which is awesome because the house gets cold. As does the 5th wheel. My parents got me a pair of Skecher shoes that are slippers inside yet are tennis shoes on the outside - score! And the bestest present ever? I got me a Buster Posey Jersey!! I was so shocked and excited! Now I just need to go to a Giants game. ;o)

Saturday night I got to have dinner out with my family at my choice of restaurant. I chose Red Lobster because I only go there every couple of years or so and I have had a craving for those cheese rolls for at least that long. Plus I wanted clam strips. All of it was yummy and I was miserably full afterwards.

The hitch was that a couple days before my birthday, we got a call from Granny saying that she had fallen down and had broken her left leg. She had taken off with G for a road trip a few days prior to see the coast and then drove up to Washington to see one of G's daughters for her birthday. We found out on my birthday that she will need to have surgery as she'd torn the cartilage surround the bone. And that it would need to be done as soon as possible - preferably up there, and then would have to stay put for at least two to three weeks. G's family has been taking great care of Granny, and G's granddaughter is a CNA so we know she'll do her absolute best for my Granny. Granny's one request? If my parents could bring her recliner up there. By Friday afternoon, my parents had decided to drive up to Washington on Sunday, stay for Granny's surgery on Monday, and drive back either Tuesday or Wednesday (each trip about 12 hours). So, when I got home from work Saturday, I helped my parents get the recliner out of Granny's room, out her back door, through the back yard and into the back of my parents truck and wrapped in a tarp and tied it down with bungee cords. What we do for Granny. lol

Her surgery went well, and now she has to stay up there, with her leg up for two to three weeks. We're so grateful for G's family up there for taking such good care of her. We wish she was home, and she will be eventually.