All four(-ty) me!

Now, most of you know that I am a huge Mac fan and user. I know a lot of you favor your PCs but just don't forget who made the Wii and the Nintendo DS and the iPod and the world's thinnest notebook. How can you not love them?

Soon, I will be experiencing what it will feel like to be 40 years old. Forty. 40. Forty years. I. will. be. forty. No matter how much I convince myself that it's not a big deal, I come to the conclusion that it really is. And it's worth celebrating.

Last weekend, I attended the 40th surprise birthday celebration of a friend. Her husband and sisters put together the event and I expected it to be lame and had my excuse ready to use to leave early, but it turned out to be such a great party. It was a true demonstration of how much she is loved and of the great family she has. Her husband wrote a little poem, even put together a slideshow of her growing up. And she received the one thing she had hoped to receive -- the Wii. There was a d.j. and he played the best songs of our generation - the hits of the 80s. Food, fun, music, friends. It was perfect. She will no doubt take with her fond memories of the event.

So, like I said, hitting a milestone birthday is big. Every now and then, I'd suggest to G some wishes I had for this upcoming big birthday. A puppy would be nice. (I know, I just really miss Koda!) A laptop would be nicer. Mac, of course and not necessarily the Macbook Air. He always responded with a laugh. A girl can dream, can't she?

Valentine's Day has come and gone. It's way over-rated. Way over commercialized. G and I don't go out of our way to express our love for each other just because the holiday tells us to. Sure, I did the kids' little Valentines and included the treats, because that's what is expected these days. Whatever happened to the days where we got to make our own mailboxes out of cardboard milk bottles and then received the Valentines -- that didn't have chocolate or candy or a toy attached to them? Everybody always expects a gift with every holiday now. And the true meaning of the holiday is lost to the past.

Anyway, there is a point to where this story is going, so bear with me. G and I both told each other we got each other nothing and not to expect anything. It's a day in the middle of the dreary month of February, a month I'd just assume hybernate through if I could until everything outside starts to thaw, which won't be anytime soon with the winter we've had to endure this year. That's another story and one I'll skip because why whine about it? It is what it is.

We were finishing dinner and G sent Christopher and Joey out to the garage to get him a beer. But when they returned, neither held a beer. Instead, Christopher tossed an AT&T bag on the table. It was like it fell right out of the sky. Guess, just guess what was in that bag?

I know I'm not getting a surprise party for my birthday, and really, that's fine. The surprise I got from this unexpected incident was enough for me. I don't need to pluck the petals off of the flower to see if he really loves me. I know I'm not getting anything from him for my birthday, either. Because he figured I'd expect something, so giving it to me two weeks early enhanced the 'wow' factor he know I'd get. He was right. He's as cool as those Macs, I'd say.

So go ahead. Take a look at what I got!