Crikey!

This weekend brought about the milemark birthday for my papa. In order to properly celebrate my mother went about and sneaked her away into planning a surprise dinner for my dad. Unbeknownst to me, I aided her in her endeavor by innocently asking him where he would like to dine for his special day. Then I got the eyes of death when I nearly spoiled the surprise. So what it comes down to is this, not only do I like to know what's going on, but I NEED to know what's going on or I somehow managed to ruin surprises. It's a gift. So my mom eventually brought me into her scheme and I took control of the sibling reminders (as is so often my duty cause boys are just no good at remembering dates). All I can say about the enjoyable dinner is that my parents and their friends can HANG. They're all near 60 and they each had 2 strong drinks and were going until 10pm, much later than the perceived bed time I imagine they each have. All three sets ofmy folks were there which posed a problem because I probably should've DD'd for all three, but as I reminded everyone at dinner, I can only drive one car at a time so I chose to drive my blood related parents home since papa was the birthday boy. So my first crikey award goes to the old timers showing that they are still young at heart.

The second crikey goes out to me for making into the realm of kickassery. Many thanks to JK for including me in this exclusive club.

The third crikey is a RIP to the Crocodile Man. While it is very sad that he passed away. Perhaps even more so when you consider he may have been able to survive if he hadn't freed the sting ray from his heart. (since the barb pierced his heart, removing it is probably what ultimately killed him since there was nothing plugging the hole until the doctors could get to him). But I think its fitting that the man died doing what he loved. i mean we're all gonna die someday and I think its better to go out doing something that you love rather than being killed by some dumb ass drunk driver or dying at an age where you are no longer able to enjoy life. The only other way I could see The Croc Man go is if one of his crocodile "friends" decided that they no longer enjoyed being man handled and attempted to show him what it was like. RIP Steve Irwin.

Job Update: Friday was quite slow at work, I applied to five jobs during the course of the day and had sent a hard copy resume to another company. Due to the holiday weekend, i don't expect to hear from any of these places until at least next week. But maybe one of them will grab me. Also, thanks to the Rickster, I was well informed that someone I knew from GW had been promoted within her department so I emailed her to see if there were any job openings. She had sent me an email a week after I left DC telling me that she'd always have a job for me (she was mad I left). Well, she does have a job and basically told me that all I need to do is apply and I would be employed. Just got to see what the job entails and what it pays before I make a commitment

Gotta take sammy for his billion dollar testing today. he misses his regular visits with his doc (he gets a treat from everyone there as long as he doesn't hide from them when they say 'hi') and so he has managed to develop a bleeding spot on a fatty growth thing. The growth was given the okay by the docs as being allowed to stay since they don't like to put old timers under the gas unless necessary, but the bleeding has got to stop so we're going in today and getting his blood tested to make sure all his meds are okay. Should be good times.