Secret Agent Man

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Mar
10

MMM…carrot cake…

Sometimes you should listen to the random craziness in your mind. After I finished my post on Saturday I was waiting for a few friends to come over to play some games and starting to wonder where they were. If you met my friends, you would understand that they are a very punctual group of people (I guess that’s because many of them are not native Albuquerquians).

For those of you who don’t know, my love language is quality time. I always feel most loved when people spend time with me. So when your normally punctual friends show up late (or make you think they aren’t coming at all), you start to feel a little down. Anyhow, around 6:40 I decided that I wanted to start looking at movies I wanted to go see because I didn’t think anyone was coming. Then a friend called and said they were running late and that they were on their way. That at least made me feel a little better.

Greg and I have this habit of opening the curtains in the front of the house when we are having a party/get together so people don’t have any difficultly finding our house. Well, after he had oh-so-sweetly cleaned the entire house, he opened the blinds. I didn’t really think anything of it because I knew some people were coming over (at least hoped they were). But once I figured no one was coming I asked him to shut the curtains. He then proceeded to ask me- what in my mind is a very suspicious question- “Why?” He then lured me to the office and Cali (our oh-so-cute Boston Terrier) began growling occasionally making me wonder who was getting home across the street (she likes to be vocal when there are people moving outside).

Again, I was suspicious about a possible surprise party but decided that I had already blown my chances. Here’s why: after asking some friends to come to our house, many of them gave me reasons that they couldn’t make it or that they might make it. They are all very honest people and none of them even so much as smiled like they knew something was going on when I told them about the prospective game night.

Around 7:05 the doorbell rang- thinking it was my friends who were running late, I answered. Imagine my surprise when I saw the first of the group of people who had decided to show up and surprise me for my birthday! Yeah!!! Apparently Greg had set up a surprise party for me using an e-mail account that I didn’t know about. Even better, he threated people with his friendship if they talked about it in public or called him at home and I found out about it. So I finally got my surprise party. *sigh of contentness*

I love my husband- the CIA secret agent man…

Purple Confetti

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Mar
08

Birthday Cake

photo by: MShades

Sometimes I think our minds can be our worst enemies. For the last four years I have been telling Greg that I want a surprise party for my birthday. So far it hasn’t happened. Part of that is my fault seeing as I continually badger him for the month prior with leading questions like, “When is my surprise party? Who are you inviting? Where will it be?” For some reason he doesn’t like this and I think it deters him from having one simply because it’s not fun putting together a none surprise surprise party (if that makes any sense). Every year I tell myself that I won’t say anything about it in hopes that he will have one, but every year I shoot myself in the foot by asking him (I can’t help it, birthdays get me all excited!)

Last week he was in Seattle for a church planting conference and he returned on Thursday. From there we drove to Clovis to visit some friends. I had to ask him a few times if I could use his phone because my phone battery was dead. He didn’t hesitate so I didn’t have any suspicions. Well, once we returned from our trip I asked him a few times if I could use his phone and he, in no uncertain terms, told me, “NO you have your own phone so stop using mine!” (He also mentioned the price we paid for me to have this phone and effectively shut me up).

At this point you are all wondering to yourselves, what do phones have to do with surprise parties? Well don’t get your panties in a ruffle (especially you Brandon) I ‘m getting to that part of the story. I assumed, like any thinking woman, that my husband was planning a party and didn’t want me to see his phone because there was incriminating information on it with all the details. That was, until, he let me see his phone again and my hopes were once again dashed.

On Tuesday night he decided to start asking me what I wanted to do on my birthday which, in my clearly over scheming mind, meant that he had no plans for throwing me a party and we now have a short amount of time to plan and invite people over if I in fact decided that I wanted to do something. Of course, his lack of planning cannot be completely his fault, he was away for a week and prior to that had to prepare to leave.

So I was content that I had, yet another time, blotched my chances for the ever doomed surprise party. But I was really excited to possible hang with some friends.

I called a friend and left them a message to come over instead of going to work and mentioned “my party”. Greg overheard and that phrase created a curious face and inquiring question in which he asked me, “What party?” So of course, my red flag goes up again and I wonder, is there perhaps a slight redeeming chance that he has pulled off a masterful surprise party that not even a CIA agent could have detected? Alas, I fear not. I think he just got confused with the wording I choose to use.

Anyhow, he has made my day the best it could be. He cleaned the entire house for me, brought me breakfast in bed and let me read on the couch all day. In addition, he set up this awesome new website for me and a facebook. He is the best husband ever! We also get to go shopping for my birthday present tomorrow. All in all, I would say it’s been a good day filled with birthday surprises that I couldn’t have anticipated. Thank you God for my wonderful husband.

And now for the purple confetti…