You can have your cake, but you might not want to eat it too

This weekend we celebrated Scott's birthday with his family. I gave him an XM radio complete with satellite stuff. I hate it when I buy gifts and I'm not exactly sure what it is. But, Scott loves it. Whenever Scott receives a new "toy", he always spends time attempting to tell me how this toy is the best toy ever, and I'm thinking "I thought the last toy was the best toy ever". I guess the toys just keep getting better. He also becomes obsessed with figuring out how every button works and if he pushes it what will happen. Then comes the challenging task of teaching me the how to find the power button.

Cake? Oh yeah I forgot I was supposed to be talking about cake. At his family "party", his mom provided the cake and of course just like every good birthday cake there are always leftovers. His mom carefully placed the cake back in it's container, and away we were to his grandparents old house to meet up with his dad for one more birthday gift. On the way, we hit a speed bump and the lid popped off the cake. So my natural instinct was to put it back on (after I took a little snack of icing). Somehow in the process of putting the lid on and the next curve, I felt the cake (uncovered) slip off my lap.

I looked down at the cake splattered in Scott's (Mr. Clean) Camry. Cake was everywhere, on the gear shift, on the console, and most importantly on ME. The worst part was I had to continue holding onto this mangled cake without the lid to make sure nothing else happened. (I never understood that logic, but anyways that was my orders) By the time we arrived I was to my elbows in cake and in trouble. But Scott being the forgiving guy he is, forgave me and now we can sorta laugh about it until we get in his car and it smells like cake. The moral of the story is: never ride in a car with me and any type of food!

an old picture...

While Lyndsay's off at her nurse training class this weekend, I (Scott) seized the opportunity to go Parris Island for Mitch's graduation from Marine boot camp. It was great...hopefully I'll have pictures up soon.

I'd like to pause here and say that I did order a camera cable off eBay, so I should have my new pictures up soon...

Anyway, I stopped in Greenville at my parents house to spend a couple of nights before driving all the way back to Alabama. While using my parents computer, I found this old picture of Matt and Lyndsay. It was taken this past December at my Dad's birthday party. I thought it was pretty good, so I put it up here on the internet.

Matt moved in across the street from me when I was in first grade. Our parents still live next to each other. Matt works for InterVarsity at Furman. He has one of these crazy blog things too...if you want to read his, I have link to it over there on the right side of the screen. This weekend he's at a camp somewhere, so we don't get to hang out. But I like him enough anyway to put a picture of him here, so here he is. 

The World in a Paragraph

Lyndsay's birthday was January 27th. She has developed a habit of celebrating the entire month. Scott, realizing the importance of her birthday, has stepped up to the plate of going above and beyond the call of duty in regards to her birthday. This year he surprised her with Disney on ice ("Finding Nemo") in the lovely town of Phoenix, Arizona. The first day they arrived, they saw the Disney show. It was amazing and well done. There were a bunch of loud kids around, but they soon fell asleep since it was passed their bed time. Thank goodness for bed times! It was more enjoyable than the Lion King broadway play in Birmingham. The next day Scott and Lyndsay decided to go shopping in Scottsdale. Scottsdale did not look that far away on the map, and since Scott had opted to not get rental car, they decided they would walk. Six miles and a few ghettos later, they realized they were not even halfway to Scottsdale. Looking at each other with tired bodies, they decided to get a cab. They called a cab not once or twice but four times, which could have probably payed for the rental car. Oh well...live and learn. We had a great time bonding in the ghetto of Phoenix.

This weekend we are seperating as Scott goes to watch part of his new family (Mitch) graduate from the Marines and Lyndsay abandons him to attend a nursing conference.

We should have pictures soon assuming Scott finds the camera cable or breaks down to buy a new one. See, Scott loses things too.