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Happy Birthday To Me

Tomorrow is my birthday . . . and I’m not sure I want to celebrate this particular birthday . . . because it’s my first birthday without my Mom . . . and it’s the first “holiday” since she died . . . and, well, not celebrating your birthday with your Mom just seems horribly wrong . . . and sad . . but I know if I don’t celebrate, she’ll come after me and send a lightning bolt from the blue to make me change my mind.

So I’m celebrating . . . we’re having a family dinner of sorts at our favorite pizza place with as many family members that can be there . . . with restrictions and work schedules it’ll be about half the family . . . but there will be pizza so that makes it a little better . . .

And I kinda want to make myself a birthday cake . . . just like what Mom would have made me when I was growing up.  Devil’s Food Cake with Peanut Butter Icing . . . cake is out of a box, so that’s not a problem . . . icing, however, is a totally different story.  It was homemade by Mom . . . and I don’t have the recipe . . . because it doesn’t exist . . . the icing was a “happy accident” and she never expected it to work so she didn’t write it down.  It was all in her head . . . and since she did it every year for my birthday, there was no need to write it down.  I asked for it a few times and she said “Oh, just put some peanut butter in a tub of vanilla frosting and it’ll be okay” . . . well . . . it wasn’t . . . and I thought I had a lot of time to bug her for her recipe . . . yea, that strategy never works for me . . . you’d think I’d learn that by now . . .

Anywho . . . I found a recipe that might be similar to hers . . . but I’m afraid to try it . . . not because it’s complicated or I need fancy ingredients or anything . . . but because of THE STAPLETON CURSE . . . see, there’s a family legend that anytime Mom made a cake for a special occasion (birthday, first communion, baptism, baby shower, graduation) there would be a problem with the cake . . . something was misspelled, the cake cracked in the middle, the icing melted . . . but if she made a cake for no special reason (because it’s a Tuesday) the cake was PERFECT . . . it was a family joke . . . but we all learned not to tempt fate . . . so I’m afraid if I make a cake for my birthday, it’ll be horrible . . .

Which brings me to another issue . . . I live in almost the middle of nowhere Ohio . . . we’re in the middle of a heatwave . . . I don’t really want to fire up the oven and actually BAKE a cake . . . it’ll make the kitchen hot . . . it’ll make the AC run more than it already is . . . and I’m cold most of the time anyway because yea the dogs are spoiled . . . and that leads me to this . . .

Dear Mom . . . thank you for always baking me a cake for my birthday . . . in July . . . during a heatwave . . . and never complaining that it was too hot to turn on the oven . . . because when I was growing up we didn’t have Central Air . . . we didn’t even have a window AC unit until I was in high school . . . or maybe it was after I moved out . . . anyway . . . thank you for standing in a hot kitchen, baking me a cake, and “inventing” peanut butter icing to keep the icing on my cake from melting into a puddle on the cake pan . . . Love and hugs, Pammie


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November 10

Fun day . . . birthday party with 3 yo grandson . . .

Then dinner with Mom, Older Sister and BIL . . .

Colder than heck . . . didn’t do the race but did walk the dogs . . .

Watched one of my favorite movies . . .

Life is good


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How I Spent My Summer Vacation

Prince Charming took me on a trip.  It was my birthday gift.  He did the planning.  He did the research.  He made the reservations.

All I had to do was pack!

He took me to Cleveland!  Cleveland?  Yes, Cleveland!


We visited the “A Christmas Story House”.

Anyone who knows and loves Ralphie knows this house!


We went to the beach . . .

okay, it wasn’t Florida or Myrtle Beach but it had waves, it had sun, it had sand . . . it was perfect!


We went to the Lighthouse in Fairport Harbor.

Yes, I walked at 69 steps to the top . . .

This is the view from the top!

See that red car?  That’s the Dogmobile.  I almost didn’t recognize it.

And you can’t go to Cleveland without going to the Rock Hall of Fame.

The Rock Hall was too cool for words . . .


We ate at fun places!

“The Dude Abides” at Melt Bar and Grilled.


Chicken Paprikash at Sterle’s Country House

It was three days away from work, away from the daily stress that was threatening to choke me . . . just me and Prince Charming (the doggies went to Puppy Camp for three days) . . . and it was heaven.

It was the best birthday present ever!


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The Best Week Ever

I can’t remember when I’ve had such a wonderful week.  I started the new job on Tuesday and I love it!!  Because of the 4th of July holiday, it was only a three day work week, I got to wear jeans to work today – the new job doesn’t have Casual Fridays, and we got to leave an hour early.  Whoo hoo.  
The new job is wonderful.  The stress level is non-existant at this point.  Yes, I know I’ve only worked three days but at the Large Insurance Agency, I was stressed practically from Day One.  So far everyone has been very nice and helpful.  My new boss is very patient and understanding that all of this is new to me since I’ve never worked in a medical office before.  They’ve explained all the details of the job and what all my responsibilities are and it’s wwwaayyy less than what I was responsible for at the Large Insurance Agency.  I don’t have to answer the switchboard . . . EVER!  I don’t have to order office supplies, or take care of the housekeeping and maintenance issues, or any of the hundreds of little details that I had to deal with on a daily basis.  I have one boss to deal with, one set of responsibilities, one schedule to maintain.  I don’t have any formal medical training, but with all the years of dealing with MIL’s and Hubby’s health issues, I’ve picked up enough to get by.  The Small Regional Hospital is even willing to send me to a medical terminology class to help me.  I go in at 8 a.m., I leave at 5 p.m., and I get to take an hour for lunch.  Somebody pinch me because this must be a dream! 
It’s also my birthday today . . . which is always a wonderful thing!  Even if it is a semi-milestone year.  It’s the year that’s halfway between 40 and 50.  Hubby took me out for dinner tonight and we’re having the Big Family Birthday Party tomorrow night.  I got my present from Hubby last week because I picked it out myself . . . but he made sure I had something to open this morning before I left for work.  I even got one of those Musical Cards.  Awww, isn’t he a sweet Hubby?! 
The commute has been wonderful.  I started out the week with 3/4 of a tank of gas and I still have a little more than a 1/2 a tank left.  It’s only 2.5 miles one way – so even with coming home for lunch it’s less than 10 miles a day.  When I worked for the Large Insurance Agency it was about 50 miles per day.  So my total miles driven this week totals one day’s mileage at the old job.  Not to mention the fact that my commute has gone from 45 minutes one way to less than 10. 
I get an hour for lunch and can come home for lunch every day.  It’s so neat to actually take an hour for lunch and then to be able to come home and see Hubby’s smiling face and get puppy kisses from Blacky and Luci . . . wow.  Yes, I even get to play fetch with them.  No, Beth, I didn’t watch Y&R this week . . . I would only get to watch 15 minutes of it before I have to head back to work.  I still watch it at 7 p.m. on SoapNet.  At the old job, I had an hour for lunch but I was often too busy to take more than a half hour and even that was spent eating at my desk.
The absolute best part, though, is coming home at night and not worrying about what didn’t get done during the day.  Yes, I know that this is all probably just the New Job Glow and it might not last.  But right now, I’m loving every minute of it. 
I knew that I was unhappy before, but I never realized just how unhappy I was until this week. 

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