Happy Half Birthday

That is right, I celebrate half birthdays in my house. Why? Simply because I want to. Plus, Nick has his birthday dreadfully close to Christmas and a part of me feels bad that he doesn't get way awesome gifts twice because his wife isn't smart enough to stash money away and he is too kind and spends to much on me for Christmas, sucking any funds for me to use on him dry. Basically what you can get out of that way long sentence is that I feel bad that I get all the good stuff. Just another thing to add to the list of why Nick is so awesome. Since it is his half birthday I am going to list 11 (and a half) reasons why Nick is better than Edward Cullen, Almond Joy ice cream, and new socks.

1- Nick knows how to shop for gifts. (As you see above.) Since day 1 of being together he has always been very thoughtful. This means that I didn't have to hint or buy my own gifts. A quality desired by every woman.

2- Nick is extremely talented and I enjoy having a husband that doesn't suck at anything. Put something in front of him and he will figure it out. Show him how to do something and he will do it on his first try. Pure talent.

3- Nick ALWAYS smells good. You could consider this a talent if you wish.

4- Nick let me paint a wall orange, something that I thought was sure to give him a stroke when I asked. The best part, he picked the orange. I think I am rubbing off on him.

5- Nick puts his mind to something and sticks to it.

6- Nick likes peanut butter. You might find it lame, but it is a quality extremely desired by me.

7- On the way home from our vacation, Nick shielded my sunburned body and squinty eyes from the sun by sliding his chair forward and back. He has his chair where he wants it and finds it very comfortable, so for him to take it out of this position really showed me how much he values my skins condition.

8- Nick surfed behind a boat on his first try. Enough said.

9- Nick can pick you the best fruit with his eyes closed.

10- Nick is always willing to do whatever I need him to do. Whether it be me needing a pair of socks or the New Moon DVD from my parents.

11- Nick is very smart. I won't put what he got in school last semester because I posted it on facebook and the humble boy wasn't too pleased. Let's just say he is perfect.

1/2- Nick is the best

I Refuse.

My life runs on a schedule, like clockwork. Has it always run this way? Absolutely not. Randomness just runs its course through my veins, constantly giving me weird ideas to skip across all the cracks in the sidewalks to prove it doesn't break my mom's back. I refuse to let myself fall into the group of people that have the same daily grind week after week. I am here to tell you ways that you can shake things up a bit when you feel like your life is becoming too much of a robotic motion. I leave the house at the same time every morning, walking the same path, so to distract my body from the monotonous task of walking down the same steps as I have the past five months, I skip one or two... or five. Whatever I see fit. Oh and if you are wondering about an exciting way to get up the stairs, there is no walking necessary. Just place your head on the next step up and somersault your way to the top. Warning, this may leave you temporarily blind due to a massive black out. Aside from this totally freaking Shelbie out, it is awesome. I hadn't really noticed how much I do these weird things until a couple things happened recently. One, someone noticed that I always jump off the last step, in heels. Asking what would posses me to do such a stupid thing when I am already so awkwardly clumsy, I gave them the true and honest Amanda answer of, "I don't know. Cheap entertainment?" But I realized it is just another way to break up the boring stair stepping at work. Second, I recently ran into something that usually isn't there. I can break up my schedule and every day path because it is my choice, but when someone or should I say something messes it up, it scares the living heck out of me. After work I walk out the same door, look down at my phone and dial the same number and step off the same wheelchair ramp at the small 8 inch drop, this is my little thrill for the day. Well, the other day when I walked out that same door, looked down to dial the same number and stepped off of the same wheelchair ramp, my ribs and elbow were met with a thud and my body jerked back and I might have peed my pants. I thought that the UPS truck had backed into me and I had just been run over by it, when in fact, my work decided that instead of repairing the railing inside that almost caused an EMT to tumble down the stairs while carrying out a co-worker at a highly stressful and life threatening time, they would install this beauty. A railing to the wheelchair ramp. I see this as yet another thing that is going to be an obstacle in my life. I am ready.

I Do Pick Favorites.

This is my favorite person. If I compared people to food, Nick would be my Oreo's. He is the ultimate treat and I sure do love this boy. Nick is a very good husband, he is always keeping track of everything, I mean EVERYTHING. I think the only time I have seen a bill is when it somehow ended up being mailed to my parents house and I had to transport it safely to Nick's bill holder, which sometimes doesn't happen due to the mess in my car and my lack of responsibility. If I had to rate our responsibility on a scale of 1 to 10, I would rate mine at a -2 and Nicks at a solid 1,000,000,000. It is like he has this planner in his head that is perfectly color coded and dated and has a timer that goes off five minutes before the time the event is scheduled. Nick is a life saver, whether it be me needing him to pop me a bag of popcorn because my sunburned skin is making my body go into a state of temporary paralysis or if he is just supposed to hold me and let me cry, he doesn't care because that is who he is. Nick is a strong comforter and I love that. There is one thing that Nick has had to put up with a lot lately and I don't know how he can stand it. After I fall asleep, it seems like my brain falls into this black hole where everyone and everything is out to get me, I have a child, and there are constant swarms of balloons on my ceiling being sucked into my ceiling fan. I have the most wild night terrors that end up with me freaking out in my half sleep. I will be sitting up, wild hair and all, telling Nick not to squish the baby or telling him that Shelbie is wearing a gold medal (you can blame the hours and hours of Olympic watching on that one.)But Nick is very good at explaining to me that there is nothing there, nothing to be afraid of, and helping me realize that the two albino king of hearts that I saw coming at me last night were not really there. I am glad I get to sleep next to this boy every night. Especially now that Shelbie and her giant tufts of hair, that I could mistake for a teddy bear, have been exiled from our bed, which is another story for later. Love you Nick.