Turning Negative into Good

Often, out of our greatest rejection comes our greatest direction. Genesis 50:20

before I say what I want to say let me just get one thing clear, there is some very raw and honest things in here. this is not for the light hearted. I have been holding off posting this on my blog due to certain people very close to me seeing this and getting the wrong ideas, like My parents, aunts, etc. I didn't want them to see this, begin to worry and then come to me in a panic, ask me if I'm ok and then ask me to explain things to them. That is not what this blog is for. Not to add more stress to my life, but to share my life and experience with others outside of my world. And hopefully to give and gain hope and encouragement back. Lets begin.

For a very long while now I have been feeling like a major failure. A failure in school, a failure life, and partially even a failure as a wife.

Back before I broke my Leg I was a pre nursing student with tons of passion and drive for the human body and the knowledge I could gain. I loved what I was learning and I loved where I was headed. I was on a path, and I knew where I was going to be in 10 years: I would have a bachelors in nursing and I would still be married to the most wonderful man ever, and we would be living in a wonderful home of our own, because I would have a career.

Then slowly, my migraines started coming back. They would come after class. and some during class, but I could take some excedrine migraine and then they would go away. Pretty soon the migraines got worse and I had to add naproxen, because they started becoming sinus migraines in combination with regular migraines. That medicine combo seemed to help. I would take naproxen during class, after class, and at night. Pretty soon, neither were helping. I began to have to leave lecures and labs early and I had to study longer and harder at home because my grades were slipping, FAST. I began throwing up in the afternoons and at night times because the pain was so unbearable and I could barely eat saltines or chicken noodle soups. At this point to stay in the game I was studying for about 6hrs a day every day and still getting D's. I couldn't focus or comprehend anything with my migraines, I just couldn't retain any information. I made flash cards, Talked to my Professor, saw a tutor, nothing helped. I was doing everything in my natural powers to pass, but I was still failing. I had no life, I was staying away from friends who wanted to hang, and my husband who missed me. I was drowning in school and in pain. and there was nothing I could do. Nights before every exam were the worst. High levels of stress triggers the worse migraines for me. I threw up from the worst migraines about 3 days in a row before every big exam. I had to lay in a dark room with it very quiet. So I guess its no surprise to you dear readers that I failed every exam. I had to take several classes over again. This was draining me, physically and emotionally.

Then, On my 3rd wedding anniversary my husband surprised me by whisking us off to Disneyland, where we also spent our honeymoon (its my favorite place in the world). We had a blast! As one usually does in Disneyland. Now as a reminder, I have a big metal rod in my leg that they just replace the old rod with. As we were walking around, it almost became agonizing for me. My leg had an unusually horrific pain up high near the head of the femur. Walking in Disneyland was starting to become unbearable for me. With my teary eyes I looked over at Ricky so hesitantly, not wanting to say anything because I didn't want to ruin the trip, I told him I was in pain. We decided to sit down and rest. When we got up it was still hurting the same as ever. I took some vicodin I had in my purse that the Dr had finally prescribed for my migraines. It helped just enough for me to brush the pain off so I could let adrenaline take over due to the fact that we were in freakin Disneyland!

When we got home from our trip we went to the hospital cause my leg was hurting more and more. But the pain had some how, oddly enough, switched to my knee. They did x-rays on my femur (which I have broken 3 times before hand) and on my knee. When the Dr in the emergency room came into greet us he said, "well after looking at your x-rays, your femur is definitely broken." WOAH.....what??? I mean I know I have a bone disease but I'm walking on my leg and my knee hurts. The Dr mentioned that pain can transfer to the knee due to a person walking differently because of the pain in their leg. I asked to see the x-ray, and sure enough it was broken, and a very big break for walking around Disneyland too. He probably had about 3 or 4 Dr's with my x-ray all pulled up on their computer screens just baffled at the fact that someone could break their femur with a metal rod in it...by walking non the less.

So I broke my Femur in Aug 2011 and it is now May 17, 2012. Its been 8 months and I'm still on crutches, at home with migraines, not as bad thank God. But as far as nursing Ive decided its not for me. I gave it my ALL....no one could have given more of them selves to one thing then I did to pre-nursing and it just wasn't working. That's what makes me feel like a failure. I did everything I could do and I still failed. honestly, I'm terrified to go back to school again. What if my migraines come back, what if I fail again? and what If everything is fine...I'm just scared of school right now. Im not ready to go back and that's ok. when I do go back I will be taking art classes to pursue my art further.

As far as feeling like a failure in life and as a wife. my birthday is in 2 days, and I will be 25, And I have really nothing to show for it. At least thats how I feel. (Thats not how Ricky makes me feel. He says the exact opposite) Because of all my set backs I haven't been given the fair chance of being able to map out a path and a goal and follow through with it. and that makes me feel like I haven't accomplished much. And as far as being a wife, I don't feel like I contribute much because I cant. I haven't been able to work and bring in any income. Ricky takes care of me which he says he's here for and he would do anything for me. which he proves over and over everyday. But I'm independent to a point where I don't want him to have to feel pressure to always have to have that burden on him. And one day I wish I could take that burden off of him. But with my disease I don't think I'll ever be able too.

Right now in this point in time I think Ive decided to get a job in makeup. everyone, as in my friends and family, says I would be great. Ricky says no matter what I decide to do in life He will support me 100%. And to me there is nothing greater than that.

My Birthday is in two days and I turn 25. I'm expecting this year to be different. I'm going to be different. I'm to the point where my leg is slowly on its way to recovery and I'll be able to get a job soon. We got a puppy which couldn't bring more joy to my life, he is so amazing, and really helping take my focus off of myself. And I know God will show me what he wants me to do in life, obviously I was supposed to take pre-nursing for a reason, but now He has another plan for my life. I have no doubt this year is going to be so much better.

Just broke my Femur for the 4th Time... So Much Pain

because I broke my left femur for the 4th time. I had to have my 6th surgery on it. (If you've read my previous post on my blog, this post will make perfect sense). After about a 5 hour long surgery of taking my old titanium rod out of my left femur, My Dr said he had to switch drills every so often because my dense-easily-to-break-bone kept breaking all of his drills as he was trying to make more room in my bone for a bigger and better metal Rod! As a reminder I do not have a Marrow Canal like normal people, so he had to create one. Now, one was already partially created for the previous smaller rod that was already in there, but he needed more room for the bigger and better one that he was replacing it with. The day after surgery he came to my room and told me that my bone was like trying to drill through concrete. CRAZY! Okay so instead of Giving a huge long summary of what happend Im just going to copy and paste all of my FB posts that I posted after surgery in Chronilogical order. which kinda makes it more personal. Besides Im on a lot of pain meds and I cant think very well. haha.

1)Last night was terrible. No sleep, I threw up, and my machines kept going off and beeping. I'm in So much pain and the only medicine I'm getting is through the epidural they put in during surgery, which is screwing up and numbing the wrong leg. =,(. The pain team is coming by in a few hours to check on me, hopefully they will fix this. =,(
--Sept 27, 7:37am

2) In SO MUCH PAIN pain pain =,(.......I'm just focusing on the fact that I Get to See the Love of my LIFE tomorrow, my Ricky Poo! and my bestest and neatest Friend my Carlee Silly Billy!
--Sept 27th, 11:06pm

3) God, PLEASE make the PAIN go down...this is torture. But thank you for making me So STRONG.
--sept 8th, 3:46 am

4) Aside from the fact that on a scale from 1 to 10 my pain is a 10, Today is a BAD day, everthing is going wrong *CRIES*!! =,(
--Sept 28, 1:35pm

5) THANK YOU EVERYONE from the bottom of my heart for ALL of your heartfelt prayers and support for my surgery and for my lonely stay up at Stanford!! The surgery was fantastic and Long: 4 1/2--5 hrs, but he got the rod he wanted in! (afterward surgery he told us my bone broke several of his Drills--"that drilling in my bone was like drilling into concrete"--which threw me for a loop)] but IM HOME NOW! VISIT! Lol
--Oct 6th, 1:42 am

6) Is in So much pain...=,( I cant even describe how much.....the oxycontin and nerve pain meds feel as if they arent even working *cries* But God is So much Stronger!!! Thank you God for everything good in my life. I love you and I love my Hubby who works so hard during the day and then comes home to take care of me by basically waiting on me hand and foot, and then gets no sleep, because due to the fact that I can't sleep, HE can't sleep. Lord, bless my husband.... [because he blesses me]
--Oct 7th, 12:19am

"For this is a gracious thing, when, mindful of God, one endures sorrows while suffering unjustly.For what credit is it if, when you sin and are beaten for it, you endure? But if when you do good and suffer for it you endure, this is a gracious thing in the sight of God." --1 Peter 2:19-20. (This Verse Couldn't BE more Amazing Right Now)



"Make a joyful noise to the LORD, all the earth; break forth into joyous song and sing praises"!! Psalm 98:4 --No MATTER WHAT!!! Rejoice in the Lord!! And Thank Him for EVERYTHING! :) thank you Jesus for everything Good in my life cause I truly am blessed!

What You Probably Don't Know About Me, and How I Broke My Femur

Alright so I know people know that I am fragile and that I break a lot of bones. But I don't think they know the full scope. I started breaking bones when I was 12 years old, and since then I've broken 9. Its been as easy for me as tripping walking up the stairs that made me break my right humerus (right upper arm bone) completely through. Most little trips, little stumbles, and little bumps into walls that people do all-day-every-day but don't notice, can cost me everything. It can wind me up lying flat on my back in the hospital under an x-ray machine, and then 45 min later hearing from the ER doctor that the bone they just examined is completely broken; Meaning another tiring surgery and 3 to 6 months either lying flat on my back, or 2 or 3 months in a sling. I've had metal plates put in my leg and taken out. I have a metal rod in my femur now. I've been in traction for my femur for a month. I've been in two partial body casts for about 5 months at a time with full bed rest (meaning bed pans and no leaving the bed or hospital). Not to mention it takes twice as long for my bones to heal so all this agony is doubled. Either way, whatever plans I had for myself in life at that time, are destroyed.


13 days ago I was in Disneyland with my Husband. We were celebrating our 3rd Anniversary. My leg was killing me. But I have chronic migraines so I took the vicodin that I had prescribed for my migraines, for the pain for my leg; it helped enough for me to bear through it, I mean, we were in Disneyland! when we got home I thought if I rested my leg it would get better, maybe I just over used it, after all, I had broken that femur 3 times before. It got worse. That next Friday I went to the ER. I broke it, Again? only this time no trip had occurred, no bump, no fall, nothing. I was only walking. A few days later we saw my actual Osteopetrosis bone Dr in Stanford. He said that because my bones are so fragile I don't even need an excuse to break something. walking could do it; Stress fractures from walking.

I am scheduling surgery up in Stanford which will be within the next month. Mean while, I sit here with a broken left femur which is only hanging together by the metal rod that is in my leg.

Prayers would be appreciated cause this does not get easier. It's really hard actually, I'm not gonna lie. It REALLY SUCKS. But it is what it is. and I can't do anything about it. And I truly believe everything happens for a reason, only God knows why and who am I to question it? My God is a big God and He has NEVER failed to watch over me. So I am just going to rest in Him and SMILE!! because no matter what I go through the Lord never fails to replenish me with over flowing joy!! God is oh so great!! nothing can get me down!! NOTHINGG!!!! =)

We've Barely Just Begun, But To Me The Worst is Over

Well hello dear readers! It's been a while, like all my posts. I have some good and exciting news. My surgery is official, and it is this Friday at 5:30am at Stanford Hospital. I can't believe it's only five days away. this is wonderful since my sinus headaches/migraines have intensified and increased to basically everyday. Throwing up has become normal again, and so has been taking vicodin. All of this made it a very tough semester. Actually "tough" doesn't even begin to describe it. I studied harder and longer than any of my other peers and I still failed. This was probably the most emotional trying semester of my life. Trying so hard at classes that I was doomed to fail because of my disease. I had a meeting with my teacher to explain everything to him. He really encouraged me by saying that he could see I was a very hard worker and told me that I was a great student. Which is great to hear when your studying every day, morning til night, but you fail the tests and miss classes because of intense migraines and nausea that force you into tears. Two things that got me through were God and my husband. I don't even know how to begin to describe the amount of patience, understanding, and encouragement my Husband bestows upon me. I must leave it at that because when it comes to my husband, he leaves me utterly speechless.

Thursday is the Pre-opt where we discuss what the surgery will entail, and since we must be 2 hours early to my surgery we really have to go back to the hospital at 3:30am the next morning. So we could stay at a hotel OR we might just go see the midnight showing of the Green Lantern at the IMAX so that by the time it ends it should be time to go to the hospital. Hopefully I'll be able to resist the smell of popcorn, and overpriced junk food, while on my stricked diet of nothing-before-surgery. I am so excited for my surgery in fact that I have made a list of happy movies and Tv shows that I can watch during recovery (since I most likely wont be able to think at all what with being doped up and in pain). The Dr compared the pain that I will experience to be similar to that of a broken arm. This is perfect seeing how Ive had two of those already, but never in my face. ha. ha.

But now its summer vacation and I choose to only think about things that seem to erapture my thoughts in a positive way. Strangely and randomly enough I find myself, lately, falling in love with colors I thought I never would--for a side note-- like vintage pink, teal, sage green (with of course lavender). I keep googling pictures of retro and vintage/shabby chic color schemes, and things like cotton candy, pink christmas trees with teal bulbs. and retro yellow espresso makers. I have big plans to redecorate our bedroom and our house with small vintage touches, like painted and distressed funrniture, which is perfect because Ricky just came home with a beautiful china hutch that we got for free, which he gave me full reign over to paint. Yea-ya. I'm not sure whats up with my fascination of pink lately, or how I went off on a whole tantrum about it in the middle of informing you about my surgery, but I don't seem to want to question it. Another side note: I once heard that pink is such an emotionally soothing color that a mentally unstable man was once placed in a padded pink room to calm him down. And it probably worked.

Getting back on track, I ask that you would not only keep me in your prayers but please pray for my husband most of all. He is the kind of man who is a big toughy on the outside but is a soft teddy bear of a man on the inside, and will need tremendous comfort while in the waiting room. I have no doubt it will all go smoothly, and even though I have yet to have the surgery, to me the worst is already over. =)

"Just Trust Me"

It feels like it's one thing after the other for me. But I am working on trusting God more than ever these days. I mean, always trusted Him, but now it seems that I need to build an even deeper level of trust in Him. A few weeks ago at our college group at church we had a guest speaker and he was speaking on trust and faith. He asked for two people in the room that always talked to each other, and had an excellent relationship, in other words, who trusted each other. As fingers in the room pointed to my husband and I, the speaker called us up to the front, he whispered in Ricky's (my husband) ear and positioned me in front of him. After he was explaining the "trust excersie" where you fall back and the other person catches you, he nudged me back and I fell into Rickys arms. That was the first time in my entire life where I actually fell and allowed someone, even my own husband, to catch me. Its easy to see that with my disease I have a fear of falling. But that night It was like God was saying to me, "Just Trust Me".  I know that no matter what happens to me and my body, even my emotions--because it tends to be a package deal--that He will always be there to catch me from things that I fear most. And the only thing I can control is how I handle the situation. So I choose to bring glory to God and trust Him. After all, I am not a body with a soul, I am a soul with a body.

Finally Getting an Appointment at Stanford Hospital

Once upon a Time,
There once lived a happy girl with long flowing dark hair, who had been in pain and misery for quite a long time. She suffered from horrific sinus headaches and cluster migrains. which left the girl saddened. She had spent a whole year getting all of the necessary Dr apointments, insurance, referral letters and information she needed. Dozens of messages were left but none were returned, and she was losing hope. However on one warm early spring day, she received a phone call, a schedule had been made in her name. and the girl was happy.

I have good news dear readers; tomorrow is the day. No not for my surgery, although I wish it was, then I wouldn't have to wait til another semester of school to pass before I have it done. But tomorrow is the first day of my appointment in Stanford for my consultation. Tomorrow we get to make a trip of it, my husband and I, which all of my Stanford visits always end up being because its a few hours away from us. This is how it will go: We will get up early, probably stop at the In-and-Out once we are there cause we will be starving. Then we will drive to the hospital, search for the right parking lot, perhaps passing it a few times before we figure it out. We will enter the front doors and will be greeted by that distinct Stanford smell. You know the one I speak of, all hospitals share that distinct hospital smell. but Stanford has one all its own. I will check myself in with the person behind the desk, as they tell us to have a seat. Ricky will help the time pass by quicker for me by making me laugh, usually by making fun of something in the room. Then my name will be called and my heart will skip a little beat as the nurse leads us to a room where more waiting will proceed. Then, when the moment has presented itself we will meet the man himself the Doctor who will be preforming my surgery. There I will sit face to face with the professional that I will finally get to unload a years worth of questions on that I have been dying to ask. I will hand him my Cat Scan that I so proudly scrounged up at the last Minuit (Im actually picking it up from the hospital sometime after 1pm today). And well, dear readers that's as far as I am able to predict, cause honestly I have no idea whats going to really take place. I haven't had a surgery on my sinus cavities, ever. But one thing I am certain of is afterwards Ricky is going to take me to Starbucks because, well, the day just wouldn't be complete without one.


So I know Tomorrow isn't the surgery. But it lets me know that I am one huge step closer to receiving the help I need.

The Story of When I Broke My Left Femur 3 Times: A Story Of Hope

Dear readers,

I'm sure that you have read on my blog that I have broken a total of 9 bones in my lifetime starting from age 12. Well 3 of those breaks were just in my femur. Yes I have broken my left femur on 3 completely different accounts. The first time I broke it I had a metal plate put in and was bed stricken for six months. I spent those months flat on my back in a Spica Cast. For those of you who do not know what a "Spica Cast" is, its pretty much a body cast. It went from just beneath my chest all the way down my left leg to my ankle, and down my right leg to my knee, and it had a big metal bar from each leg to connect the two and to prevent any movement. I couldnt sit up, not even to eat, and it made it very diffucult to breathe. Many months after the cast was taken off I spent time with my physical therapist trying to learn how to walk again with crutches.

The second time I broken my femur was actually caused by the stress that the metal plate had put on my femur, and it broke just below the plate. I went in again for surgery although this time they took the plate out. And yet again I was in another spica cast for the same amount of time. Although this time I wasn't at home, I stayed all alone at Shiners Hospital in Sacramento, an amazing hospital for children with rare diseases. and there I received all the medical treatment and help I needed. My parents did drive up to visit me on the weekends, until I couldn't handle being all alone anymore and my mom took a leave of absence from work to stay with me the last few months. Then of course after I healed, I went back to crutches and physical therapy, which took just about as long as it did for my bone to heal and was just as painful.

The third time I broke my femur I was sent to Standford Hospital where they drilled a long metal rod down the center of the marrow canal of my bone. (now as I have mentioned on my blog before, my marrow canal is smaller in diameter due to the dense and extra bone growth and lack of osteoclasts eating away the old bone) so it was much more difficult and they had to use a thinner rod than they wanted cause my marrow canal is so small. But because of this rod I did not need another terrible spica cast! They wanted to send me home for complete bed rest and no movement for the same amount of time as before, but this time around the pain was so much more severe that they kept me at the hospital longer for the proper attention and medication. And i think you can pretty much figure out the rest, I was sent home eventually to be completely bed stricken. and then months later I went back to physical therapy.

Now I guess you might be wondering why I am posting all of this today? I guess it was just on my heart...Sometimes my left leg gives me a lot of problems and hurts for no reason at all. And today is one of those days. Its pretty painful and its causing me to limp pretty bad cause of the pain. It helps to get it all out and be able to share it with someone, or no one, I don't know if anyone will read this, I don't even mind if no one really cares. I just wrote this to make me feel better, and to give hope to someone out there that might be like me who will read this, and they will know that there is someone out there that knows what they are going through. =)

This is just one of the many reasons that I must rely on God for my complete and total strength day by day. I truly believe that I wouldn't be as physically able to walk like I can If I didn't have God in my life. He is my strength, he is my total dependence. I know all of this doesn't just happen for no reason at all. There is a reason I have this disease, there is a reason that I go through all of the physical ailments and trials that I do. I may not know all of the reasons, it may be emotionally shattering and I may get discouraged at times, but I do know that it is so God can use to me to help others. So be encouraged if you are like me, whether you have Osteopetrosis or any other physical problems or disease. God is there for you, and He wants to use you. He knows everything about you, He made you. and He is allowing it for a reason. You may not know what the reason is. But give God the glory for everything that He does for you. You can be an encouragement to someone else who has what you have. Just know that there is a reason for everything, and that God is in control.

*The picture above is not a picture of my femur, but its basically the same thing that happened to me except my breaks were always a little higher*

Going on a Trip to Massachusetts

Sept 3, 2010

So the next two weeks are going to be so much fun! First were doggie sitting  this three day weekend for friends who have a hot tub and a back yard that gets lots of sun! (major bonus). Then Monday I get a hair trim and style, I'm super excited because that always makes you feel refreshed and every time you catch yourself in the mirror you do a double take lol. And then of course Tues I have school...But then Wed Ricky and I get up at like 4am to drive to the San Jose Airport, and I get to ditch school, to Fly back east to Massachusetts for a week!! Were going back there for his cousin's wedding! And while were there I get to meet a bunch of Ricky's family members that I have yet to meet! and they are all so excited to meet me! I'm pretty sure I'll come back to Monterey with a Boston accent, because whenever I'm around people with an accent I just cant help but talk like them. And I'm pretty much going to go picture and video camera crazy, because I love towns with four seasons, warm summers, and trees that change colors in the fall, with leaves that get crunchy. And of course we don't get that here in Monterey, its always cold and Evergreens never change. So I think if Ricky wants me to come back to Monterey with him, he's going to have to loosen me from my kung-foo grip that I will have holding onto a tree with my entire body begging to stay.

The Best Two Years of My Life

Aug 9, 2010

I just celebrated my 2nd wedding Anniversary with my husband Ricky yesterday. I am so proud and blessed to say that he is my husband of two years. I love him dearly with all of my heart and with every fiber of my being. He is the greatest blessing in my life. I know that God sent him to me for a reason for he is exactly what I needed. And Ricky, I want you to know that nothing could ever take your place in my heart, our marriage and our life together is for forever.

I Surrender All to You

Aug 6, 2010

I had a really great talk with my husband last night. But in order for you to understand what it was about, let me back track a bit...

So just recently my husband has discovered the wonders of rock climbing and has been going to the rock gym practically every day since he has a membership. He just loves it and always comes home so pumped! Just the other day he brought all of his friends with him and now they’re pumped about it and want to all get memberships too! Well my husband and I have been going back and forth about whether or not I could or should go Rock climbing, because I have to be much more careful than the average person, which means limiting my activities to lower my chances of breaking something. Let me just tell you that no matter how physically limited I am, in my heart I am a very physical and competitive person, and I desperately long to do every single active sport or activity there is! If someone is doing it, I cant sit on the side and watch, I have to do it too (even though I shouldn’t so obviously don’t). I was even a gymnast who was about to go onto nationals and then I broke my leg and found out that I got diagnosed with Osteopetrosis. I was devastated. Soooo I got all pumped up about rock climbing and wanted to go too! Then Ricky, being the loving and protecting husband he is reminded me that I probably shouldn’t, because I could slip and bang a limb into the wall, fall, or anything. Mind you he is not one to be overprotective at all so when he says "no" to something, he has a reason. Well I took this hard, cause I want nothing more than to participate in fun activities that others around me are enjoying so much. And its been like this ever since I was diagnosed with Osteopetrosis. Its hard sitting on the sidelines, knowing that that’s where you have to stay and watch everyone else doing something that you want to do too.


Well back to my talk with Ricky. We were driving home late last night, the subject of rock climbing came up again and I kind of had a melt down…I was sad and frustrated that I couldn’t do something else yet again. And then pulling into the parking lot of our apartments, there we sat in the car for two hours just talking. And then Ricky said something that totally changed my outlook on how I see my situation. He said, “You are the happiest person I know, that’s why I married you. But almost every time a physical activity is mentioned that you cant do, I see you plummet and get dragged down. Wouldn’t you want to live life completely happy even though your limited in the things you cant do? Because a person’s life has the ability to affect someone else’s life. What if every time you couldn’t do something you got sad and dragged down, and someone else with Osteopetrosis, or any disease, or someone with no disease at all, saw the way you reacted about your disease, and they were influenced by your behavior and reacted the same about a situation in their life? But what if you didn’t let your physical inabilities drag you down and you stayed joyful like you always are, then how much of a better influence would you have on somebody who is watching you?”

…I think from now on, after what he said, I will definitely look at my life and physical activities differently. Granted I probably will most definitely have my moments of weakness where I will get sad about not being able to do something. But I will always re-entrust my body and mind to God, who is my strength physically, emotionally, and mentally. No matter what happens God is in control, and all I need to do is just be thankful and joyful for my life that He has given me, and not worry about what I cant do, because I am truly blessed.

Happy Birthday Ricky Poo!

July 24, 2010

So Thursday was Ricky's (my husband) 24th Birthday! And the night before I had a plan: I would pretend to go to bed, wait for him to fall asleep, where I would then proceed to decorate the entire apartment with happy birthday banners and balloons so he would have a nice surprise when he woke up that morning! Well, what really happened is he fell asleep on the couch and I couldn't wake him up if my life depended on it! and the more and more I tried to wake him up the more he got upset ( he was so exhausted I wont hold it against him lol). So here I am getting more and more tired, I want to go to bed, but I have to decorate first! So I finally get him into bed, hes mad at me, and I'm all sad and frustrated cause he doesn't know what I'm planning. So I lay in bed with him for a while, finally he falls asleep. I get up, decorate, put the banner up, blow up all the balloons, get the coffee ready for him in the morning, make him a birthday card/note that he can read before work, and as I am blowing up the last balloon it POPS! I was like ooohhhh nooooo! I was thinking, "that's it! he's going to wake up, be all mad because Im making so much noise, ooor he'll think it was a gun shot and be all worried; either way the surprise would be ruined!" haha well Thank goodness he was so tired he didn't even hear it! haha so the next day he tells me how awesome it was waking up to all the decorations before work, and he didn't even know what he did the night before and how he was impossible to wake up.

later that day we had his birthday party. It was so much fun we went to the beach, had a bon fire with awesome friends. I made a brownie cake for the party (which didn't cook right cause I mixed two boxes of brownie mix together and put it in the oven lol), we had hot dogs for roasting and stuff for Smores! we nearly burned our entire bodies trying to roast our food over the ginormous fire with our tiny little roasting sticks (cause we couldn't find any longer ones at the store), played Frisbee, pet some strange dogs, and climbed into a "tunnel" that was really a sewer drain leading to the ocean. All in all it was one amazing day!

I also made my very first New york cheesecake from scratch just for Ricky!! you can see it in the picture above. He doesn't like regular cake an just looooves new york Cheesecake! I think for Ricky it was the best thing I gave him for his birthday! =) haha that's right his little wifey can bake!