In what is a tradition around here, I tend to live blog my birthday. For some reason some of you care about that and who am I to mess with a stupid tradition. (2011 | 2009| 2008 | 2007| 2006 | 2005 | 2003)
12:00 a.m. | Sleeping
1:00 a.m. | Fighting with Maggi for covers on the bed.
1:15 a.m. | Maggi won. Darn it.
2:00 a.m. | Pretending to sleep so Wendy will get up with Oliver who is sick.
3:00 a.m. | Sleeping
4:00 a.m. | Sleeping
5:00 a.m. | Crap, forget to turn off alarm.
5:01 a.m. | Sleeping
6:00 a.m. | Might as well get up. Dog’s had the covers all night long.
8:00 a.m. | Back to bed
8:08 a.m. | Oliver and Mark are up and wanting to give me my gifts. They gave me the Generation Kill DVD set and a new set of headphones. Wendy gave me Behind the Beautiful Forevers by Katherine Boo, a story about the slums of Mumbai, the dogs gave me Rin Tin Tin by Susan Orlean (never sure how Maggi is raising the money she spends) while they all went together and got me a new stereo/iPod dock.
The bad news is that I have to listen to the Adele album that I bought Wendy. Doh!
10:00 a.m. | Oliver made me watch Power Rangers with him. That wasn’t a good time.
11:00 a.m. | Off to get some Brier tickets for the final tonight and have lunch at Fuddruckers where Mark wants me to eat a one pound hamburger. If I do eat it, it may very well decide how the rest of my birthday goes.
11:30 a.m | Brier tickets secured.
12:00 p.m. | Lunch at Asia Buffet.
1:00 p.m. | A quick trip to Indigo where I grabbed a discounted copy of Conversations with Myself by Nelson Mandela and Arrival City by Doug Saunders. Because the last thing I would want to do is have a totally pleasant birthday, I also picked up Invisible Chains, a book about the sex trade and human trafficking in Canada.
3:00 p.m. | I am watching Band of Brothers with Mark this afternoon while getting some work down.
4:40 p.m. | Mark has been introduced to NBA Jam on the iPad. Boom-shaka-lacka
5:00 p.m. | What the heck? Where did that flu come from. This isn’t good.
6:30 p.m. | Wendy made me a nice supper and am putting back another episode of Band of Brothers with Mark. I forgot how great the music is in the series. Best line from the mini-series, “We’re paratrooper’s Lieutenant, we’re supposed to be surrounded.”
8:00 p.m. | I am off to bed for the night. The flu has gotten worse.