Happy Birthday to me

I am not big on birthdays. In fact most times when someone asks when my day of birth is I usually answer that I was not born but rather hatched out of a test tube in a laboratory. Fun fact I once had somebody buy this story. I still have conflicting emotions about this. On one hand it makes me laugh endlessly that they would buy it and makes me believe that I could win big in Vegas because of my poker face. But then it also makes me incredibly anxious because if Michael Jackson is right and this child is my future then I am screwed. But I digress.
Yesterday was  in fact the day that I made my entrance into this world. As such I was lucky enough to receive a beautiful bouquet from my person in Boise which was incredibly sweet of her. I don't know which was more exciting the gift or the opening of the gift. They came from an online floral company and it was the most thorough and well planned out system I have ever seen. After following a few instructions I ended up with an arrangement that looked like it was straight out of a magazine instead of the pile of floral mess which is what I would have created as a half trained chimp, it was simply amazing.

Old man Myers also was able to keep a gift a secret all the way to the end. This is more astounding if you realize that my super sleuthing plus incredible powers of deduction have always thwarted his plans for every holiday. That was a lie. Really it is because he has an awful poker face and therefore I am able to guess every gift he buys. He is most definitely not invited on my excursion to Vegas.

Little did I know though that the real gift would come courtesy of my boys.
Thing 2 is obsessed with the bean boozeled game from Jelly Belly. I however am not into it for a number of reasons. First off I watched a documentary all about aforementioned and it angered me so for moral reasons I refuse to buy Jelly Belly's. This self righteous stance is only solidified by my cheapness. I am not sure if the fine folks of the bean world realize that charging six million dollars a pound for jelly beans is criminal but I am here to tell you it is. So even though he has begged and pleaded for months to allow me to buy him this silly game I have refused. Today his luck changed and the video is reward enough.

Again follow the link to the You Tube.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EEl1UlnKrYA
If this is how year 35 starts out I think it will be a good one. Fingers crossed!

Welp this is a little bit awkward. I meant to write a post all about Thing One turning eleven but then I almost died. I got the influenza. Not the pretend kind that people always claim to have when they puke and feel tired. The real kind that takes a cotton swab up your nose that they shove up there until it is  brushing your brain and eliminates happy memories to diagnose kind. I contracted said illness on his actual birthday which meant that I had to buy him a store bought cake. Out of sympathy and massive amounts of love his Grandparents took him to the movies and to dinner salvaging his birthday. I did manage to hang five streamers and make three panda balloons which felt more like completing the Boston marathon by hopping it instead of running it. Then I found out I had giant papillary conjunctivitis. If you are feeling brave you should do a google image search on that crap. Let it be said thought that anytime the word giant is in the diagnosis it can't be a good thing. By the time I felt good enough to make him his make up birthday cake it felt too late to post about it. But in the name of science here are some pictures.

Thing One's cake

Lemon cake raspberry filling and a whipped cream and cream cheese icing

The steamers. If you look close you can see that I customized a few panda balloons because whilst they make cow balloons panda balloons are apparently not a thing.

Then Thing Two turned nine and I was healthy enough to make his birthday cake and create class treats that were way better then any of the lame ideas on pinterest.  I felt like writing a post all about his special day of birth and not his brothers would make it look like I loved him more and I didn't want that because let's face it I barely tolerate both of them equally. So I made a judgement call and did nothing. Here again are the belated photos.

Thing Two's  cake

Chocolate cake whipped peanut butter icing with chopped Reeses peanut butter cups between each layer

The classroom treat. Giant chocolate chip cookies.

So now here we are in April and I have decided that if I don't end this dry spell the next post will be about one of them graduating college or getting married.
Of course catching you up on old stuff feels a little like cheating so I have decided to give you a sneak peak into our latest adventure.
We have been throwing around the idea of finishing the basement and before I could formulate a comprehensive list with all the reasons why we shouldn't do it old Myers tricked me into signing my life away in the form of a HELOC.  He may or may not have screamed is that a baby wolf and while I was looking he finished the application process. At least I am  pretty sure that is  how it happened. We found a person to frame and dry wall and an electrician who informed me that none of the wiring downstairs is safe or legal and a person to sell us HVAC crap and we figured we were as good as gold. We were slated to start construction on Tuesday and the drywall guy came by on Friday to pick up half of his fee so we could start on time. Not ten minutes after he had the cash in hand he knocked on the door again and said hows about we start tomorrow instead. I being the lunatic that I am agreed and only after I shut the door did I realize that it meant that I had less then 24 hours to haul all the crap out of the basement.
By some miracle and a few bribes that consisted of clearance Easter candy we made it with 20 minutes to spare. So this morning my basement looked like this

But this evening it looked like this

 Two of the three  bedrooms all framed in

Standing in the Family room looking into the two bedrooms.

the room on the right with the bucket is the bathroom.

So what does this all mean? Why it means anytime you want to give up your wicked ways and come back to Idaho you can move in!