Cece Can't Sleep: Mike's lucky birthday, sort of

Lucky for Mike, Brighton ski resort opened (to celebrate his birthday) today.

Lucky for me, he wanted me to go with him.

Lucky for our wallet, they were doing a food drive, offering half-off lift passes if you brought a can of food. DONE.

There is a ton of snow up there. More than I had anticipated. We were pretty impressed with ourselves for the amount of runs we were able to accomplish in our half-day.

Lucky for me (again), Mike did not pin me to the lift this day, sparing me from yet another ride DOWN the mountain. DId I tell you he did that to me last year? mm-hmm.

Last year he struggled so, getting off the lifts was a challenge. Riding the lift with him was not necessarily a guarantee that you would actually be able to get off of the lift also. Sometimes it meant that you would have to ride DOWN the lift after you were pinned to the chair by Mike as he tried to get off the lift. And the chair would whip around and begin to descend, with you along with it, and you would get to enjoy the snickers and angry hollers because now everyone knows it was YOUR chair that made the lift come to a standstill. And everyone would assume it was YOU who didn't know how to get off the chair. Or that YOU were too scared to ski the run. mm-hmm. I've been there. And I'll never let him forget it.

On the first lift ride up, he sang me a little ditty- AKON's Sorry, Blame It On Me. Giving special volume to the line that goes

I wanna take this time out to apologize for the things that I've done.

and things that haven't occured yet.

hah. Is that Mike, or what?

Ok, ok. Enough ripping on the birthday boy. I had to host a church thingy tonite for the 13 year olds at our house (we made faux-nuts*), and as soon as they were gone, we ran out for a quick dinner, he and I, at Mimi's.

It wasn't the ideal kind of day that I wanted to provide for his birthday, what with the schedule and all. However, this weekend Jerry is coming to town, so we'll do it up right. We will *get* to go to the Mayan to eat. Me? I would've chosen somewhere I really wanted to eat. Him? He chooses the place where he knows the kids (you know, those beings who lack culinary appreciation) want to go. And Gwen has been hard at work crafting him a crown to wear at dinner. Lucky, lucky Daddy.

*faux-nuts. I'm staking a claim to the name, but in the back of my head I am sure I probably stole it. Refrigerated biscuit dough with a hole punched out to make them look like the real things. Toss em in hot oil, turn em, drain, then toss em into some powdered sugar, or a cinnamon/sugar mixture. One of the girls suggested we toss them in a brown paper bag to coat evenly. Good idea.

p.s. did you notice the gross foggy windows in the pic? my pet peeve

Comments

Is that pic of Mike really long or is that my computer. I love the faux-nuts idea. We may steal it. Not the name. Have fun at the Mayan don't get scared.

Posted by: Jill Johnson | November 13, 2008 at 08:49 AM

Happy Birthday Mike!

Your retelling of the lift fiasco has me laughing out loud! I can imagine the ride back down and all the "looks." Hilarious.

Now, about those faux-nuts... I need details. Do I have to have a deep fryer to pull them off?

Posted by: Tammy Jones | November 13, 2008 at 09:29 AM

Happy BDay Mike! I want a photo of the birthday crown--on Mike. :-) So cute. What a thoughtful Nina. Always making me like her even more. ;-)

Faux-nuts. Must try. They serve them at Chinese buffets (coated in regular sugar and with the holes). I love those, even if they will probably cause me a heart attack.

Posted by: wendy | November 13, 2008 at 12:24 PM