Roller skating is nothing like riding a bike...

So, about two years ago I gave Robbie some instructions on how I wanted to ring in my 30th birthday. I know him well enough that if there is something my heart is really desiring I must be very specific. I wanted it to be simple:

roller skating
ice cream cake
matching invitations, plates and napkins
balloons and decorations
and gifts (not optional)

The arrival of Lily apparently threw Robbie's plans for a spin, but last night he delivered the goods. I had pretty much figured out he was up to something and a couple of people had made references to a "birthday party" of some kind for some unnamed someone. The final "clue" was the instructions to "grab some socks" on our way out the door.

It's funny to me how you can change the clothing and the latest music but somehow the inside of a skating rink manages to remain timeless...or maybe it's more like stuck in a certain time. Brent skated as though he had never stopped. I am convinced he had been practicing for the big night. I was quite shaky and it wasn't until my final lap of the night that I finally felt like I was getting the hang of it again. I had one really big fall and today I feel like I might as well have been out drinking all night. I am sore, moving very slowly and my right buttock is sporting a nice black and blue bruise. It was worth every wobbly moment.






























Robbie had me order him a "Suicide" at one point in the evening. For those of you fuzzy on Suicide details let me help you out. A Suicide is a cold beverage that is the result of combining every single fountain drink available at the snack bar. I believe our Suicide was a mixture of primarily Pepsi products: Diet Pepsi, Pepsi, Dr. Pepper, A&W Root Beer and the kicker, Orange Soda. Oh yeah. It was disgusting, but Robbie and others drank the whole thing. Happily. I am pretty sure some junior high moments were being re-lived through that one drink.

Unfortunately, due to changing plans and previous plans made and those who sometimes have to work weekends, Mrs. Nelson was my only female counterpart at the rink. Wis showed up after work and joined us for Sheridan's and the post skating rink story telling time.

The invitations were an email, the plates and napkins did match, they were the white ones Skate City hands out when you order their pizza, I ate a wonderful homemade ice cream cake at my Mom's house the weekend we met Lily and after skating we went to Sheridan's for some delicious custard. The decorations were the smiles of my friends singing along to Rapper's Delight at the skating rink and my most precious gift was an incredibly fun night out with friends and a husband who considered me celebration worthy.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Settling in...

Next month marks our 8th Moved to Kansas City Anniversary. Eight years and I am just now feeling like we are settling in. Life is moving along at a steady clip. I have a love/hate relationship with Facebook, but thank goodness it exists or I would never know anything about anybody. Having a small child seems to suck you into this introverted world where all you (feel) like you do is pick up toys, read Little Golden Books and sing The Wheels On the Bus. But, of course, this is only partially true. As disconnected as I feel to the world outside of my home and the Cancer Center, I am that much more connected to my beautiful son. I am learning to accept that "balance" is a myth. Lately, I've spent a lot of time challenging my notion of health and wellness. Robbie and I joined a gym and I am actually committing time to go. In fact, I even made the large investment to work with a personal trainer. I am trying so incredibly hard to hang up my discomfort and unease about my bod...
Read more

I knew I was forgetting something...

Image
Writing and keeping a journal has always been cathartic for me and I think often, "I should jot that down." The many " thats " that have gone by since last July are almost too numerous to count, and frankly, I've sadly forgotten most of them. I love to write and this blog is testament to that. Unfortunately, my time and energy is limited these days and given my OCD nature, I can't just write a simple little update without revision and editing. I've always wanted to be sure I am saying what I mean and mean what I say...and if I can do it eloquently with a little additional thought, well even better. And that's where I struggle these days. It seems my brain power is more focused on the miles of pages that need to be read for class, remembering to pick my child up from daycare and staying on top of a job that, at times, consumes more of my life than I'd rather admit. Needless to say, I'm busy and taking time to sit, think, ponder and write (gra...
Read more

Gaining wait...

The heaviness of a few extra pounds compares little to the heaviness of grief. I'm feeling quite heavy these days and am impatiently waiting for a lighter spirit. The Daily Cancer Grind makes me weary and a little over a week ago Robbie's cousin lost her precious 4 month old daughter, Kate. Attending the funeral did little to ease the grief, but spending time with Kate's twin sister, her mommy, daddy and other caring relatives helped (a little) in redirecting the anger I was feeling. Am feeling. The grief in that home was palpable. It breathed, rattled the walls. We are losing patients, naturally...the holidays are approaching. I saw it in the funeral industry and the hospice industry and now the cancer care industry. People decline this time of the year. Not that the holidays are depressing enough. It's different this time though. I'm losing friends. Some of these women I see more than my best gal pals. I'm watching their decline and wishing on anything, everyt...
Read more