Who's a Fat Bastard - Birthday Eve BBQ

May 30, 2014

     I knew it was going to be a crazy day. I did my workout first thing this morning. Stair stretch, toe touches, I didn't even try a sit up today! Five sets into my crunches, the phone rang. I considered not answering it, but it just kept ringing. I was wearing my blue tooth and I saw it was my daughter. I should have kept crunching. She wanted me to pick up Christo at noon from his preschool. No problem, except it was eleven now. I did thirty minutes on the Maiden. Then, soaked in sweat and possibly smelling like a real Sasquatch! Still in my workout gear, I was off to pick up my four year old grandson. 

     Christo was playing outside and as soon as he saw me he started waving and yelling," Papa, Papa."

Worlds loudest four year old!

      Which is good, because if there was ever a guy you wouldn't want to give a child to, ... I looked like that guy! Wearing a still moist 49ers T shirt, Gym shorts that look like they have a potato in the back and my clown hair in full glory. I'm lucky they didn't call the cops!

I should have changed my shirt!

     On the way home I stopped to pick up a few things. Christo is at that age where he really wants to help. I got him a wheelie basket and started loading him up. He also answers everything in as loud a voice as possible. Don't know where he got that from? As we were headed to the cash I heard in his little boy loud voice " This is really heavy Papa." People where looking at me like it was child labour or something. Okay, maybe I could have carried the bag of potatoes. What can I say , he likes to help!

     When we got home Jen was waiting. She fed Christo a peanut butter sandwich... Lucky kid. I changed my still damp clothes. Then made a ham salad with onion, pickle, tomato, mayo and the ham Lisa used to make her ham stock with. Chewy, tasteless pieces of eraser wrapped in lettuce....I only ate three. Jen, headed home for a nap before the festivities. 

      And I, mowed the lawn.....again....or is it still! 

Slightly Leaner Lawn Boy

Had a quickie with Rosie. That's what I named the water pic. In case you forgot. Then went and picked up Momma Lee. By the time I got back with Momma Lee, the music was playing, the kids were bouncing on the trampoline and the three dogs were peeing on anything that wasn't moving.

Trampoweenies.

         It has always seemed strange to me that people celebrate Christmas Eve and New Years Eve, but not their own Birthday Eve. We do. In our family we celebrate, Birthday Eve, Birthday Day and Birthday Boxing Day. That's when you take back all the crap you got that you don't need/want.  The only exception to this is if your Birthday falls midweek. Then you start on Birthday Eve and continue through to Birthday Weekend. Unless your a twin. Like Lisa is. Then it's Birthday Month! .... So she tells me.

Jennifer

     Today was my daughter Jennifer's Birthday Eve BBQ. Lisa made the most fabulous Hamburgers full of herbs from the garden and I don't know what spices. These are real hamburgers. Made with lean ground beef and ground pork. Two parts beef, one part pork. Always juicy and delicious. 
     Like many days recently, this was a tough one. So many of the foods I love, Macaroni salad, potato salad, hamburger buns, birthday cake and ice cream. None of which I ate.  I had a burger, no bun, a bratwurst sausage, no bun, coleslaw and a Squatch Salad. 

I love a BBQ

     After eating too much, we sat around talking for a couple of hours while the kids played. I had set up the fire pit and the kids let me know it was time to light it. I could tell by the sticks and marshmallows. Honestly, I can't see how any of these kids will be able to sleep with that much whipped sugar in their system.
    Out came the guitars and we had a good old fashioned campfire singalong. We took turns picking songs, Steve, Gordy and myself. Everything from Van Morrison to Willy Nelson. Big fun. Love playing with those guys.

Roasting Marshmallows

     By 9:30, two hours past bedtime, the kids headed home with their offspring. 
Tomorrow, my son in law Christian, is coming by to help me put up the pool for the Grand kids. When we are travelling they stay at our home. They look after the Dogs and the plants and have parties in our house with people we don't know. (I saw it on Face book). 
     It's after midnight, so my little girl is now officially thirty-six years old. I could not be happier or more proud of the woman she has grown up to be. 

My Little Girl!

Well, that's all I got.
Till next time
Peace Out Ya'll


©2014 Dave Squatch Ward