Wednesday, weighed in at 144.4 lbs. Down, what, half a pound or something? Does weight loss even matter any more now that I'm focusing more on strength training? No. But, I should probably still keep a record of my weight, what with accountability and all. Still, it's hard to resist the extreme reactions with a loss or gain. It shouldn't matter anymore. I'm slowly coming around to my emotional separation from the scale and adopting this new way of thinking.
I'm so late posting this because a) Tax Day. Last minute fire drills with the accountant had me sweating late Wednesday, but I'm happy to report that at least my '09 taxes are paid AND I took care of all of my estimated '10 taxes. For the self-employed, that is a "big deal."But even more importantly, b) it was Bobzilla's 40th Birthday!!
There was much planning and side schemes with a few friends to ensure that Bob's entrance into middle age was memorable. Here was the flyer I made a few months ago that sums up this weekend's plans (yeah, that's Bob as a kid, enjoying his passion--music. Probably Captain and Tenille. Maybe the Statler Bros.):
There was much planning and side schemes with a few friends to ensure that Bob's entrance into middle age was memorable. Here was the flyer I made a few months ago that sums up this weekend's plans (yeah, that's Bob as a kid, enjoying his passion--music. Probably Captain and Tenille. Maybe the Statler Bros.):
His band was Gimme Dat Shoe (local Clevelanders who grew up watching Superhost on TV will totally get that). They were awesome, as well as the other bands.The highlight was Bob's birthday spanking. I went pretty easy on him compared to the other spankers.:
Here is the fertility painting featuring Godzilla, Frankenstein and Tura Satana that Lacey so lovingly painted for Bob:
Aside from the old man jokes and the gag gifts of Depends and Bengay, I am overjoyed to see him reach this rite of passage. When I was young, I always wondered what it would be like to "grow old" with him, not knowing what that really meant. I'm still not 100% sure where aging will find us, but I'm happy to put our 20's and 30's behind us and experience a new stage of life. Plus, he has managed to strike the perfect balance between maintaining maturity and stumbling around in adolescent oblivion. I love and respect and adore and worry about this man:
So cute! I believe it was Ghandi who said you're only as old as you feel while getting wildly fucked, so just keep him rockin' and you'll both be good for a long time, sis. Happy birthday, Bob!
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet post - now I'm all verklempt!
ReplyDeleteVery cool poster AND party - Happy Birthday Bob - the forties are great!
Hooray for Bob! And Hooray for YOU!
ReplyDeleteBelated birthday wishes for Bobzilla! I hope you have decades of growing older together, without really, completely growing up.
ReplyDeleteyou guys are adorable!
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet post! Love the painting and the party. Looks like fun.
ReplyDeleteMy sweety has reached forty. I'm not far behind. May starts my last year in the 30s. Inside I'm still 17 though. :)
Love the pictures.