Habitualchaos

Well here we are.

Here we are on a day I despised for a long, long time; and never made a secret about. Here we are on a day that, just three years ago, I spent 31 consecutive ones before, being angry and telling everyone Id be wearing black, and so on and so forth.

Here we are, on a day (now) that, for the past two years now, Ive had someone who put up with my crap; enough that I get to celebrate it the way it was meant to be celebrated.

Here we are, on Valentines Day.

I could go on and on about my lovely girlfriend Jenn, and say everything Ive said a thousand times before. I could get all gushy and add fuel to the already huge fire of ammunition I give people to razz me about how sappy Ive become. I could regale everyone with stories about how fortunate I am, about how happy I am, and so on.

Im not going to though, cause Ive already told her how shes given me something, for the past two years, I can never repay her for. Ive told her how much she means to me; I dont need to say all those things here.

What I could tell you here is what I got for her; but you have to promise not to say a word to her. Ok?

Well, I got her a nice ring; yes I said a ring.

Make sure you dont say anything, because, I hid the ring somewhere in the brand new Ferrari, thats parked in the garage of our new $350,000 house, on the small island in the Carribean that I cant take her to, because I ran out of money before I could rent the jet to take us there.

So, until I replenish my funds to rent the jet to take us where all her Valentines gifts are, I will have to a little low-key for today.

Happy Valentines Day!

Well, happy birthday to me (a couple days ago), happy birthday to me (a couple days ago) and all that stuff like smelling like one too, etc.

I had intentions to make my birthday post the day after, like I have for the last couple years; and even mentioned something to Jenn about doing that, because I was actually going to post on my birthday, not the day after. See how things work out, I didnt do either one!

So, 4 days ago I celebrated the 3rd anniversary of my 30th birthday, or turned 33 for those of you that suck at both numbers and being clever.

How does it feel to turn 33? Im glad you asked.

To be honest, I dont really feel much different than turning 32 last year, or 31 the year before that. I havent gotten to that point where everything creaks when I walk, which Im assuming is a good sign, but I know is right around the corner. I dont feel old yet, I guess is the best description I can give. By some, I am still considered young and by others Im obviously "getting old." I still dont look 33, so I guess thats a decent consolation.

So, what did I get for my birthday? Im glad you asked.

Well, I got a weekend mostly. What I mean by a weekend, is that I got 3 days, from Friday to Sunday, of family, friends and my sweetheart helping me celebrate and reminding me why I thank God every day for all of them. Jenn, even though she didnt have to, paid for the entire weekend; paid for dinner Friday, dinner Saturday and for the refreshments and food we had when our familes were over on Sunday.

The weekend wasnt all I got, I got some other gifts: a wireless USB adapter, that I found out I cant actually use to make my XBox 360 wireless; a framed photo of Jack Bauer; a golf themed pen, pencil and letter opener set and a Family Guy t-shirt, as if Jenn didnt spend enough this weekend.

She did a lot for me this weekend, more than she had to and its just one of the reasons she means so much to me. She really shouldnt be paying for anything related to me at all this year, since shes the one whos sending us to Punta Cana in under two months; but she doesnt listen to me. Thank you sweetheart, for everything.

And thanks everyone else; friends and family, and Jenn for making me feel so loved.