Saturday, August 18, 2007

Yesterday was my wonderful husband's birthday! It's always hard to know what to get or do for him, because he always just says he doesn't know, doesn't care, or suggests things he doesn't actually want such as going on a ferris wheel! However, I got him a pump for his bike tyres and a t-shirt with Gumby on it and we smoked a cigar together last night. I've never done that before, it was kind of nice although I couldn't finish the whole thing - a bit too much! Maybe next time. So he's a quarter of a century old, and I'm not too far behind (March 8th, make a diary note). That makes me feel old!

I feel even older since I've decided to stop or limit my drinking. Again. I've given up drinking a few times in my short life, but I think this time I mean it. I invariably end up having a little too much, and the illness and dizziness just aren't worth it! I'm a person who doesn't hold alcohol very well - female, for starters, with a small build... whatever it is, my system just doesn't handle it as well as I'd like.

For me, the dizziness associated with excessive alcohol consumption has sinister overtones: several years ago I suffered with a virus which I probably can't spell - labrynthitis. It effects the inner ear, the little hairy things which control your balance and co-ordination. The upshot was, I spent a considerable amount of my time dizzy to the extent of being unable to move or even stand up. So now, being dizzy is something to be wary of, or almost scared of, with the ever-present possibility of recurrence. It's been quite a while since my last episode, but believe me: once you've had something like that, you never forget it!

Anyway, I have digressed. Happy birthday to my beautiful wonderful fantastic sexy husband! May the next 25 years be 25 times as happy as the first 25!

11 comments:

Steve said...

What is with you young whipper snippers, next thing ya know ya will be calling me is Mathosala or how ever they spell the old farts name!

Moonroot said...

Hi Stace, just popped over after reading your comment on my blog. Seems like we have much in common (as well as cold... extremities). I used to live in Melbourne too! My husband was working over there & we lived in Glenhuntly for 18 months. And my husband never knows what he wants for his birthday either (it's on Monday and I still haven't got a straight answer from him!).

Stace said...

Steve, can I call you Pops?

Moonroot - small world! I go through Glenhuntly every day on the train :) Get your husband a pair of socks. Socks never go unappreciated in cold climates!

Steve said...

Just don't call me late for dinner!

Aidan said...

Hey hunny, thanks for a wonderful bday weekend....

Love you always

Aidan

Cazzie!!! said...

Goin' on over to give a belated "Hapee Birthdaee"

Menchie said...

I feel sooooo old already! 25 is such a great age to be. Though, when I was 25, I hadn't yet met my hubby.

lee said...

25, huh? you are officially married to an old goat now.Soon he'll have hair growing out his ears-nice ;).

Stace said...

Lee - what do you mean, soon?! ;)

Within Without said...

Didn't the cigar make you dizzy too tho, Stace?

And what's that smarmy remark from Lee about hair growing out of ears? It indicates intelligence.

Stace said...

The cigar didn't make me dizzy! Perhaps if I'd inhaled too hard too often, it might have. But caution becomes a habit!