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Gator Likes Sushi and Cupcakes
Post Date: 07/10/2006

Not together. That'd be gross. Ugh. Oh, hi...I'm Jimmy Gay. You may remember me as that guy who spent a whole night being bathed in his daughter's olivey bile. Or, as the guy whose audio blog about a pirate making ice cream was only slightly less funny than Doug's audio blog about being a drummer (FYI keep and eye (or an ear rather...wow, an aside within an aside. It's been a while since I've done that. I mean...hasn't it? I lose track.) out, as, word on the street is another brother of mine is interested in doing an audio blog. can you guess who? If you guessed Chuck, then congratulations. You are aware of the fact that I only have two brothers, and apparently you know their names. Oh, also, there's been rumors of a collaboration between two, and possibly all, of the brothers. That's gotta be one of the signs of the apocalypse, right?) Anyway, I'm here today to talk about something very important: GATOR'S BIRTHDAY!! YAY!! So, if you don't already know who Gator is, (Really? I mean...really? Come on, is this your first time here? Oh, it is? Well, welcome...and later, cause I know you won't be back.) she is the supplier of the aforementioned olivey bile. My baby girl turned two on Saturday. Man, two years old. Why, it seems like just yesterday we were changing her diapers and she couldn't go anywhere without her night-night (blanket - duh)....um, wait. Actually, that was yesterday, but you get what I mean, right?

Let me ask you something. What better way is there to kick off your two-year-old daughter's birthday weekend, than by taking her out for some sushi? I know right? Just read that back for a minute. Seems perfect doesn't it? What could possibly go wrong with taking Allee out for sushi with Alison (aka the Doppelganger), Ren and Gary (aka the doppelganger's ma and pa), and of course, my lovely wife (what was her name again?)? Two toddlers, who can't sit still, in a tiny restaurant, with us trying to eat sushi. It was every bit as awesome as it sounds. (Um... just a word of advice. If you're ever out at a restaurant, you know, trying to have a nice time, and you happen to notice my crew and I enter the place. Do yourself a favor...and ask for the check. Immediately.) Actually, it wasn't that bad...for me. I got my sushi and my beer. (But of course it was fine for me. You know, being the selfish bastard that I am. But, I digress.) We did learn that Gator really likes sushi. We knew she liked California rolls, but she is a new fan of snowcrab narutu as well (Which, by the way, is like some of the awesomest sushi I've ever had. If you've never had it, it's snowcrab in cucumber rolls. Delicious.) We also learned that Alison does not like soy sauce with wasabi in it when she drank her mom's soy sauce right off the table. Like I said, simply awesome.

Saturday was great. Like really great, not in that sarcastic way that I say things are great. The party was a blast. Everyone seemed to have a wonderful time. Gator got to see both sets of grandparents, as well as aunt Cocoa and uncle Cinnamon (I'm sure to hear about that). Unfortunately, her Houston relatives couldn't make it because they obviously don't love us (wink). But it really was a killer day. There was swimming and delicious food (including excellent birthday cupcakes), and the presents. Oh my god, the presents. Gator really racked up. She got a cool little toy computer, which she loves. A new little baby doll, that she apparently named "Jimmy", an easel, a tee-pee, a big yellow bus, a tricycle...all kinds of fun stuff. My favorite though, has got to be the toy keyboard with stand and stool that's got a working microphone with it (Thanks Ren and Gary. Oh, of course, Alison too.). She loved it...on Sunday that is, when Doug and I finally let her play with it. Cinnamon and Cocoa spent the night on Saturday, and late Saturday afternoon, as Allee, Doug (oops, I mean Cinnamon) and I napped, Shelley and Courtney (Um...I mean Cocoa) put everything together. How lucky am I? Don't tell me, I already know. What fun we had.

Oh, before I forget, there's this picture of me from the party which will be included when I post a photo gallery of the party. I was taking pictures of Allee opening her presents, and I was in my bathing suit with a towel wrapped around me. Courtney got a shot of it, and when I saw it, it kinda looked like I'm in a room full of fully clothed people in nothing but a towel. Yeah, it's as funny as it looks in your head. Like I said, I'll be sure to include it, just after I drop it into Photoshop (I mean, my fully licensed version of Photoshop) and six pack those abs a bit. Sunday, Doug and Courtney left around noon and we went out to our friends, Joe and Jackie's house, to see the progress they've made. It's definitely coming along and we had a nice visit. So, this morning, when I dropped Gator off at daycare, Ms. Julie wanted to know all about her party and what presents she got. "So," she asked, "what did you get for your birthday?" Allee looked at her for a minute, and smiled and said, "Cupcakes." Yep, out of everything she got, when it came down to it, what made the biggest impression on her? The cupcakes. Of course. She truly is her father's daughter. Sweet yeah? So, happy birthday my beautiful little girl. I love you more than you will probably ever know.

Well, that's about it. Before I go though, I think Shelley would probably want me to mention the present I gave her on Sunday morning. I think it adequately convey what an incredible husband I am. You see, when we woke up Sunday morning, she got out of bed to check something. Well, I didn't think she was coming back to bed, so I may have let one go under the covers. Guess what? That's right, she did come back to bed. Little did she know of the treat that was waiting for her. So, here it is folks: I may have, inadvertently, quite on accident dutch ovened my wife on Sunday morning. And, by "may have" I mean I did. She, of course, thought it was hilarious. She was laughing quite hard about it, in between dry heaves that is. Her eyes watered, which I'm not sure if it was a result of her laughter, or the stink. Probably both. Did I say I was an incredible husband? I'm sorry, I meant and incredibly stinky one. And that's really it. For real.

Until next time: Hello 911, it's me again. Ronnie's beatin' me again. I gotcha on speed dial, wish you'd call me once in a while, 911 it's me again.