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Birthday, Gymnastics, NYC, Kmart

Friday was Steve's 36th birthday.  It didn't start out very good.  He was swamped at work and got chewed out by an employee of the company.  Turned out one of Steve's employees told this woman that Steve would call her on Thursday about some damage to her car and then put all the paperwork on it underneath other stuff on his desk, so Steve knew nothing about it.   I called him and chewed him out over something else later on- not knowing about the other woman and essentially made his birthday crappy. 

I knew he was planning to leave work early so I dashed to the grocery store and got ingredients to make a great dinner, balloons, flowers and streamers.   I decorated the kitchen and then made lobster bisque (premade) and seafood lasagne (my own recipe)  for dinner.  I bought his favorite dessert, tiramisu, for later in the evening.  We ate around 4 pm, because I thought I was going to the dentist at 6. (more on that in another post)

(The weather was really weird Friday.  We actually had a HAIL STORM!) 

It wasn't until Saturday morning that I noticed not a single member of his family called to wish him a happy birthday.  Granted, Steve isn't the best at remembering his family's occasions.  I have them in my calendar and remind him when I can.  Still- his mom sent a card earlier in the week but didn't call until Saturday evening and neither of his brothers called at all!  Anyway... he was hurt and is told me he is sad that his family isn't close at all and that he's tired of us always calling his brothers, leaving messages and never getting called back.  He's hurt.  I would be too if I were in his shoes. 

My mom, sister and nephew came over and I had birthday cake and we sang to him and ate pizza and all that good stuff.  

As soon as my family left I had to get ready to take Andy to a birthday party at a gymnastics studio.  He was a complete and total wild man.  He didn't want to cooperate with the group activities, preferring to just run around on his own.  It was so cute, but sooooo draining for me.  He loved the trampoline.  I wish I had somewhere to put one for him!  We had some more pizza and birthday cake and left to pick up Steve, Joey and Rachel at home.

We brought the kids to my parents' house and then Steve and I headed into Manhattan to hang out with my friend, Chani, from college.  She was in town just for an overnight for a work thing.  The last time she was in town was January and I cancelled our traditional dinner because the pregnancy was making me feel ultra crappy.  She was staying at this hotel called The Wellington, at 55th and 7th.   I'd never been there before.  Steve and I got in the elevator and the first thing I noticed was that there was no 5th, 12th or 13th floor!  So weird!  We hung out in her room, catching up and gossipping.  I sooooo miss seeing Chani regularly.  She and I used to do the most random things in college.  We had a standing Sunday night appointment for X-files.  We'd go off to this 24-hour diner 40 minutes from campus, called The Omega for raisin toast and matzo ball soup.  Chani and I used to connect over our mutal love of hair bands.  Now she's still living the single life, travelling like mad for work and dating, and I'm the old married lady with three kids.

Anway, the NYC excursion was awesome despite New York traffic and paying $32 to park for 3 hours.  Seeing Chani is always great and it was the first time Steve and I had been out without children in FAR TOO LONG!  We picked up the kids at 12:30 and didn't get home until around 2.  

I intended for Sunday to be very low key.  I had to go to church for info about planning Joey's christening.  Rachel was performing in the town's memorial day parade.  Steve and I decided to go to Kmart-- which I normally hate-- because I wanted to get some cheap sheets, dishtowels  and a couple other assorted odds and ends.   We shopped, came home and did laundry, made baked ziti for dinner and watched the Sopranos.


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May. 22nd, 2006 05:09 pm (UTC)
I think I've heard of hotels not having those floors before. Something about superstitious numbers. Sounds familiar anyway...

Now I want to go look it up!
May. 22nd, 2006 05:38 pm (UTC)
If you find out anything interesting, let me know!
May. 22nd, 2006 05:24 pm (UTC)
missing floors
It just occurred to me that 5, 12, & 13 are sides of a right triangle.

Coincidence? I THINK NOT!
May. 22nd, 2006 05:38 pm (UTC)
Re: missing floors
May. 22nd, 2006 06:30 pm (UTC)
Re: missing floors
Pythagorean theorem of right triangles: A squared + B squared = C squared.

5 squared + 12 squared = 13 squared
25 + 144 = 169

I know, I'm weird. Just one of those stupid things I remember.
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