A "Haunted Hotel" and A Day At Sea World

It is now about 8:30 PM and I am tired, so is my lovely bride.  But we had a great day.  Let me back up to last night.

On Tuesday night our intention was to camp at Inks Lake.  That did not work out, and is another story, but the long/short is we drove from Enchanted Rock to our would-be camp at Inks Lake, and on to "Old San Antone."  Our new destination was the Holiday Inn Express - River Walk.  The drive from Inks Lake through Kingland and on to San Antonio was such a scenic drive.  Trees and brush, the Hill Country, the occasional grand lady of a house just barely visible from the road, those beautiful ladies built in another time, so solidly that they still here, many still occupied.  And of course, many deer standing beside the road, adding a little risk to the drive.

We reached the Holiday Inn Express just after 5:30 PM.  Having climbed Enchanted Rock just hours before reaching San Antonio (that too, is another story) we were TIRED!  That is exactly how my lovely bride said it...TIRED!  We had plans for finding a nice Mexican eatery on the River Walk, listening to strolling mariachis, sipping on some cooling, Jimmy Buffet-style refreshing drinks, and engaging in small talk.  Nope...nope...nope...we were TIRED!  Umm, hello, Dominoes?  Yes, please deliver to Holiday Inn Express - River Walk.  So we had pizza and cinnamon sticks for our first dinner in San Antone in several years.  We finished dinner, turned on the TV....and passed out.  I MEAN O-U-T.  Yes, we both had a good night's sleep, one of those nights that you do not see or hear ANYTHING until a certain, stupid grackle starts cackling outside the second-floor window sometime around 9:00.  But it was a refreshing morning after a good night's sleep.

But that was the problem - I got a GOOD NIGHT'S SLEEP.  Now, why would anyone complain about getting a good night's sleep?  I will TELL you why.  My lovely bride had specifically selected this particular hotel because the building once served as the Bexar County jail.   This was from back before the turn of the 19th century to the mid- 1920s.  And like ANY good jail-turned hotel SHOULD BE, the Holiday Inn Express is HAUNTED!

Here is one link to the hotel's haunted history: https://ghostcitytours.com/san-antonio/haunted-places/haunted-hotels/holiday-inn-express/

So, I awoke this morning refreshed.  Nothing interrupted my blissful slumber, nor my lovely bride's.  I was really disappointed at not at least seeing a wisp of blue vapor float across the room.  But as I thought about it, maybe the ghosts DID try to wake me up!  I slept so well last night that Freddy Krueger  scraping his really long fingernails across my face could not have awakened me!  But, apparently Freddy did not visit because I did not have any long scratches across my face.  My lovely bride reported nothing out of the ordinary, for her part.

Having NOT been kept awake by ghosts all night, my lovely bride and I went to the Mercado to try to find a couple of items.  I found a nice hat to wear at Sea World, and my lovely bride found some things, too, including a dress for Baby Baby (our granddaughter) and some Mexican vanilla.  Then we went to a Mexican bakery and bought several excellent pastries.  I did not mind eating this rather unhealthy fare, because I knew we would walk it off at Sea World.

We arrived at Sea World around noon.  I had cleverly purchased "advance tickets" so that instead of standing in a long ticket line, we could just saunter right up to the gate, show our tickets, and slip on inside.  So, we were able to skip Zone A (the ticket booth), Zone B (I have no idea what that was), and waltz right up to Zone C, which was the entrance/metal detector line.  So we walk though the line, and toward the Beluga Whale show, when a young security officer says, "Sir, do you have a knife in your pocket?"  Well, as a matter of fact I DID have a pocket knife.  My lovely bride bought me a Swiss Army pocket knife at my last birthday.  I produced the knife and the young man (MUCH YOUNGER than my own son!!) said, "Oh, you can just take it back to your vehicle...or, we can confiscate it."  I have to complement myself here because I did not create scene at all.  I just nodded and turned away, with my lovely bride telling me she would be waiting when I got back.

I walked out the entrance, and realized that it was a good thing we had only parked a mile or so from the entrance, me not being willing to pay for "close in" parking, to which I could have "upgraded" when I purchased the tickets online.  As I contemplated the two-mile stroll to which I was committed (THEY were NOT GETTING MY KNIFE) and headed into the oblivion that was the Sea World NOT-close in parking, I heard a familiar voice.  My lovely bride wanted to Waltz Across Texas with me, out to the pickup.  I was glad though, as we talked about little things all the way, and all the way back.  By the way, here is free advice:  Park RIGHT UNDER A NUMBERED SIGN.  That way you can easily locate your vehicle, merely by walking back to the numbered sign.  Of course, you must REMEMBER the correct number, but that is where my lovely bride excels.

Once the dangerous weapon was secured, my lovely bride and I sauntered back the three-and-a-half miles to the starting gates, and once again, proceeded to Zone C.  This time there were no re-entry problems, and we were referred to the actual ticket takers.  Really, they SCAN the tickets these days.  I had cleverly stored our ticket on my "smart phone."  So the young lady (again, MUCH YOUNGER than my daughter!) scanned my phone.  Then she scanned it again.  Then she scanned it yet AGAIN!  Being very perceptive, I realized there was some problem.  Yes, the young lady said, my phone screen was TOO DARK to scan.  So apparently my smart phone is too dum to lighten the screen during ticket scannings.  So, we were sent to the "Resolution Desk."  Bear in mind, I had loaded the ticket into my phone so that there would be no delay in entering the park.

At the Resolution Desk, the young lady (same parenthetical comment as above) scanned my phone.  She then said, "These tickets will not scan."  Umm, nope, they will not.  So the young lady prints out the tickets, and my lovely bride and I saunter gaily back to the starting line.  The first young lady smiles and takes our newly printed tickets.  THEY WILL NOT SCAN!!  Back to the Resolution Desk.

I will say that the junior high-aged girl at the Resolution Desk immediately recognized the problem this second time around.  She said said sweetly, "Oh, these are ADVANCE TICKETS but you just purchased them last night."  I said that this was indeed the case.  She said, "But you can't use advance tickets until twenty-four hours AFTER you buy them."  Through the growing red fog building up in my head, I heard the young lady say, "But for only an extra five dollars each, you can use these passes today."  Her voice was soooo sweet.  Before I could respond, I heard my lovely bride say, "Yes, that is perfect."  She shelled out the ten dollars (plus eighty-two cents tax), and we FINALLY passed through those pearly...er, I mean silver, gates.  We were IN Sea World!!

The first thing we did was purchase two large Sea World drink cups, which allowed the holder to get 99-cent refills.  These cups turned out to be worth their weight in gold as the humidity began smothering us.  Be that as it may, we were so happy to be at Sea World, and I was happy that I still had my Swiss Army knife.  We went to the Beluga/Dolphin show, which was quite spectacular.  It is so amazing what they can teach the animals to do, and what the animals can teach the audience to do.  By the end of the show, perfectly normal, sane adults were waving their arms, throwing their hands over their shoulders, and doing many other things as well.  I am sure that, along with the fish the whales are given as treats, the whales are also thrilled by the things they can train a thousand strange humans to do in just thirty minutes!

After leaving Beluga Stadium, my lovely bride and I went to a nearby restaurant and had our noon meal.  We had barbecue ribs, a couple of "sides," and some watermelon.  It was really more food than we wanted, but good anyway.  After lunch, we made our way to Rio Loco, the giant water-tube ride.  My lovely bride was a little hesitant but soon we were seated in the giant tube with four other people, and were headed down Rio Loco.  It was a fun ride, but not dangerous in the least.  The best thing was that we all got completely drenched by a waterfall as we floated down the river.  It was great to be so cool once again.

After riding the Rio Loco, I talked my lovely bride into riding the Great White Shark roller coaster.  She thought hard about it, as she listened to screaming riders race past.  Finally she agreed to the ride.  Actually, she became rather excited about it.  Then I noticed there was not a waiting line.  Cool!  So we walked through the several empty stalls and found that only the people climbing on the roller coaster just now were ahead of us.  The ride lasted less than two minutes, and it was our turn.  My lovely bride and I strapped ourselves in.  The attendant checked our seats to be sure we were locked in, then it was time to go.  This ride is actually a roller coaster that has no body, only rows of seats suspended from the coaster track.  So we were strapped in and the ride began moving forward.

The roller coaster climbed slowly to the top of the first tower, then "clank" and we were rolling downhill.  Slow at first, but moving fifty miles per hour or so within the next few seconds.  I cannot begin to describe the twists and turns, except to say that the spine-crushing, bone-jarring maneuvers must be similar to the sensations felt by jet fighter pilots as the after-burner kicks in while the plane is twisting, turning, and diving.  After one last loop and twist, the Great White Shark comes to a screeching stop in just seconds, almost assuring that a visit to the chiropractor is in order ASAP.  I asked my lovely bride if she was alright, and to my surprise, she yelled, "Let's go AGAIN!"  I admit I was surprised.  It would not have been anymore surprising if the Devil was getting snow at that moment!  But, back we went!  And there was no waiting.

That second ride on the Great White Shark proved to be the last ride of the day.  We gathered ourselves and walked over the the Penguin exhibit.  This of course is inside a highly air conditioned building that is equipped with a moving sidewalk.  That's right.  A conveyor.  We stood and watched as the penguins drifted slowly by.  My lovely bride and I drank in the cool air, and revived ourselves.  We then went to the puffin exhibit and sat on the bench there for another twenty minutes or so.  At that point we were cooled off, and we figured we could walk back across Sea World, and then walk the four miles back to our pickup.  Along the way, though, my lovely bride found a shade and asked me to come pick her up when I got to the pickup.  I helped her sit down on a rock bench, then I started on the final two mile leg of the walk to our vehicle.  Soon I had my lovely bride in the truck and we were headed back to the (SUPPOSEDLY) haunted hotel.

It turns out I may have griped about the lack of ghosts too soon.  When we returned to our room and opened the door, the air conditioner was off.  We had left it on automatic earlier in the day.  So I adjusted the thermostat to 65 but nothing happened.  I waited a few minutes, then lowered the control to 59!  The machine still would not work.  So I have to believe that the ghosts, upset both because they could not wake me up last night AND because I had doubted their presence, "fixed" the air conditioning.  To back up this theory, the maintenance man arrived quickly but soon found that there was nothing "wrong" with the air conditioner.  He just shrugged his shoulders and said he would report the problem to the front desk.  A few minutes later we were offered, and accepted, another room.  One door down.  The air conditioning in the new room is working like a charm.  As I finish this, I will go to the front desk to collect an electric blanket.  And once again, I believe the ghosts will not bother me tonight.  IT IS TOO COLD IN HERE.

Tomorrow, we venture to Aquatica.  And to those looking for a haunted hotel, I can't recommend this one, unless the ghost of the air conditioner in Room 207 should choose to jam up the thermostat.

Baby Baby Goes Camping With Honey and Poppee

My Lovely Bride and I decided to make this our summer of many camping trips.  To that purpose we bought a cool tent that fits right on the bed of our pickup.  It is just a basic tent, but it is the only way I can get my Lovely Bride to camp out doors.  You see, since this tent is in the pickup bed, my Lovely Bride believes snakes will not be able to get in.  Shhhh...don't tell her that snakes can climb ladders! But, she insists, the snakes cannot unzip the mesh door and crawl into the tent.  That is the big thing for her.

So Saturday just past, my Lovely Bride, myself, and Baby Baby set out on our adventure.  We were headed to Fort Davis and our destination: Davis Mountains State Park.  We picked up Baby Baby at 10:00 AM at her other grandparents' home.  Baby Baby was still asleep when we arrived, but in a few minutes she was dressed, and we were ready to go...er, to Academy Sports.  We still had a couple of items to buy to make our camping "kit" complete.  THEN, we were ready to go...to Walmart.  We had to buy a couple more items for camping, and some food supplies, because there were no fires allowed in the park.  All the meals would be cold.  Oh well, that's the price of "roughing it."  

With all the supplies bought and stowed, we were ready to GO....to Auto Zone.  There was one more thing I needed, and Walmart let me down.  I needed a power supply to run my CPAP machine.  Yep, there would be no camping if a "bear" were sleeping all night in the truck tent.  BTW, I do not believe I have a snoring problem.  It is only my son, my daughter, all my relatives, a couple of my friends, and of course, my Lovely Bride, who believe that I have a snoring problem.  I actually sleep very well all night whether or not I have a CPAP.  But, back to my story, the camping trip would not happen unless I could find that power supply.  So, after leaving Walmart, we found the item at Auto Zone, and FINALLY we were ready TO GO!!!!!!!

I told you we picked up Baby Baby at 10:00 AM.  Well, after all the shopping and running around Midland, and finally pointing the pickup to the west, it was only 11:30.  I swear it felt like afternoon! But in the company of my Lovely Bride and Baby Baby, all the bother of shopping on a Saturday morning faded away.  All the way down I-20 West we were entertained by Baby Baby telling and retelling her stories, such as The Grumpy Monkey or Night Animals.  Sometimes my Lovely Bride would read the stories to her, and sometimes Baby Baby would make up her own stories, in which of course, she was the main character!  The drive "West of the Pecos" did not seem that long at all.

As we turned south at Pecos, drove a ways, and finally drew near to I-10, we passed through the little village of Saragosa, the village so strong that the people came through a tornado's direct hit several years ago, and re-built that shining white shrine, the Nuestra Senora de Gudalupe.  Even these more than three decades later, it is still a very stirring sight as one crosses the Trans-Pecos desert.  Another half-hour's drive found us at Balmorhea.  We drove through this little tourist trap and on through Toyahvale, where the Balmorhea State Park is located, then we were in the foothills of the Davis Mountains.

It was as we drove through the mountains that Baby Baby began to really notice the passing scenery.  Then she got excited, having a blast, yelling, "Turn Poppee! Tuuurrrnnn!!"  Then she would tell Poppee how great a driver he was.  Then we would hit more turns and twists with Baby Baby yelling, "Yeehaahhhh, way to drive, Poppee!!"  At times, my Lovely Bride was yelling other things, which I will not repeat in this family-oriented venue.  But we survived the trip through the foothills, across Wild Rose Pass, and into the Davis Mountains.  We were all in one piece as we entered Davis Mountains State Park and it was only about 2:30 PM.  I am pretty sure we flew part of the way!

Upon arriving at Davis Mountains Park headquarters, we secured our permit and went to our reserved campsite.  It was beautifully green, plush, AND located within one hundred feet of the restrooms.  Like I said, we like to really rough it when we camp.  But we found one little, tiny problem.  The parking spaces were too far from the picnic tables and trees.  So, I decided to improvise...by driving beyond the boulders marking the boundaries of the parking lot.  I backed right up to the trees, just a few feet away from the table, and we unloaded our camping supplies.  

Baby Baby was so excited.  She ran to and fro yelling, "We are going camping! We are going camping!"  I told her, "No Baby Baby, we are  not GOING CAMPING, we are HERE!"  As we unpacked I noticed that the passing park "hosts" kept glancing our way, and at the same time, I could see that I was the only vehicle that had driven beyond the boulders.  It would not have been too bad, except I had by now unloaded everything, and we were ready to begin setting up the tent.  Once the tent was up, there would not be any going back, as it were.

It was at this point that the two park hosts (a mature couple - about OUR AGE - who volunteered in the park to assist guests, direct visitors to the various hiking trails and natural sights, and to let errant drivers know that they were not supposed to be off the pavement) came over and made our acquaintance.  Luckily, however, these volunteers were not "enforcement agents."  They merely advised me that I had violated park rules by leaving the pavement, and that I should speak with the actual Park Ranger at headquarters to rectify the situation.  Not wanting to pay a fine, I followed their advice.  At Headquarters, I was politely offered an alternate campsite that allowed access right up to the picnic table.  

So, I loaded up the truck, moved to the new site, unloaded the truck AGAIN, and we were there - at camp.  Baby Baby was so excited to be "going camping."  She helped my Lovely Bride and I set up the camping area, then she built a "fire" by gathering small twigs and arranging them in the classic campfire style, all the while singing (LOUDLY!) I am building a fire, I am building a fire, I am building a fire, I am building a fire, I am building a fire!"  Then, verse two: "I am building a fire, I am building a fire, I am building a fire, I am building a fire, I am building a fire."  As Baby Baby started the THIRD verse, "I am building a fire, I am building a fire, I am building a fire" I recovered my strength rapidly (cough, cough) and decided to harmonize with Baby Baby.  I took a deep breath, leaned my head back, and started to belt out "I am building a fire!!" when I heard my Lovely Bride yell, "Leah!! That's enough! THAT IS EEE-NUFF!!"  I glanced at my Lovely Bride, saw fangs showing and veins bulging, and thought to myself that I probably would NOT harmonize with Baby Baby just now.

My Lovely Bride, of course, would NEVER yell at Baby Baby.  Instead, she REDIRECTED Baby Baby into another activity.  An educational activity, actually.  I heard her ask, "Leah, do you know what to do if you see a snake?"  Leah said, "Run away!"  Good answer I thought.  No, not good answer.  My Lovely Bride very carefully taught the little girl to slowly back away and say, "Honey? It's a snake!"  So, using a rock in the middle of the road for a snake, Honey and  Baby Baby practiced.  Baby Baby would "see" the "snake," back away slowly, and say "Honey, I see a snake!" After about half an hour of this, Baby Baby knew EXACTLY what to do if she should see a snake:  RUUUNNNN!!!!

Baby Baby really loved the tent.  That was her favorite part of camping out.  She normally uses all tricks in her power to keep us from putting her to bed at her bed time.  She wants to have another tea party.  She wants to watch Peppa Pig or Paw Patrol.  Again.  And one more time.  Then she needs to brush her teeth.  Then she needs to wash them again.  But not tonight!  Tonight (by that I mean by 4:00 o'clock in the afternoon) Baby Baby was "tired" and "sleepy" and "needed to go to bed."  Two hours later Baby Baby was still trying to go to bed.  She wanted to sleep in the tent.  There is no camp out unless one sleeps in a tent.  Baby Baby knew this, and time was getting short.  She kept turning on her little "torch."  Honey would have to yell...er...I mean tell Baby Baby not to turn on the light until it was dark outside.  By 4:05 PM it was dark, if you ask Baby Baby.  This went on for several hours, until it really did get dark.  Finally Baby Baby was able to turn on her torch.  And she was able, after taking a shower, to finally go into the tent with my Lovely Bride.

While both my "girls" were in the tent, I sat out in the twilight, enjoying the cooling breeze, and listening to the wildlife.  And getting mad.  The wildlife were a bunch of kids who kept yelling and hooting, and no doubt scaring the real wildlife away for miles around.  But finally quiet settled down over the campground, except for a constant "click...click...click...click."  With each click our little truck tent would either glow a soft grey and blue, or would fade to pitch black.  Light, dark, light, dark, light, dark..."LEAH!!"  Finally my Lovely Bride threatened to take away Baby Baby's torch.  Then there was dark...and quiet.

So I was sitting peacefully in the dark, listening to the night sounds, watching bats fly in what was left of the twilight, and staring at the stars...the most spectacular starscape I had seen in quite some time.  With no campfires, and just the subdued lighting inside the various tents, there was nothing to blot out the starlight.  I was at such peace with myself, and with the mountains.  And just as I was really feeling the spiritual connection with the majesty of those ancient hills, I heard two little steps, then something brushed lightly (and FURRILY) against my foot.  As I said, the stars were very bright, and there was just enough light to reveal a small little black silhouette.  There was also just enough light to reveal that the little silhouette had a bright white vertical stripe on its posterior.  SKUNK!!!  I mean ... skunk...  

I did not jump or yell.  I decided that the best way to handle this situation was to pretend that the pole kitty was just a kitty.  So I spoke quietly.  I said, "Hello Mr. Skunk.  I just wanted you to know I was sitting here."  The little skunk was surprised, but not really startled.  It did not run, but rather just sort of ambled away; however, that vertical stripe was now pointed directly at my forehead.  I just sat in my chair and waited for the worst.  But the skunk just walked on and began foraging at the base of a nearby oak tree.  Neither wanting to provoke a skunk shower nor alarm anyone inside the tent, I turned on a small strobe light and aimed it in the little critter's direction.  That was just enough to encourage the camp guest to move on to parts outside the effective range of its special weapon.

After making sure that the skunk was gone, I got into the tent.  Baby Baby was all excited about the "night animal" that had visited our campsite.  I have to admit I was a little excited too, but happy that the skunk had gone on its way.  After we had a good laugh over the skunk adventure, we got down to the serious business of sleeping.  I turned on the power supply we had purchased at Auto Zone, hooked it up to my CPAP, and entered into glorious (and snore-free) slumber.  At last, a good night's sleep.  WRONG!  Within an hour or so the CPAP went dead.  There was nothing wrong with the power supply, and there was nothing wrong with the CPAP, but the power inverter had burned out, never to regain life.  And just like that I was snoring.  I went to sleep anyway.  I have no idea whether or not anyone else slept that night, but I DO know that not one single, solitary night animal approached within two miles of the snoring tent on top of the black pickup.

Sunday morning arrived pretty early.  We got up, had a cold breakfast of cereal, then we broke camp.  Once again Baby Baby was quite helpful in this operation.  Our next destination was Balmorhea State Park, where we would swim in Solomon Spring.  Baby Baby was very excited about going swimming.  She was excited right up to the minute she and my Lovely Bride entered the water.  It was then that Baby Baby realized FISH were swimming in the water.  Then she had a meltdown!  She started yelling and shrieking!  She screamed that the fish had teeth, and that they would bite her.  When she was assured that the little pupfish and perch had no teeth, she screamed again.  This time she was certain passing turtles would bite off her toes.  When my Lovely Bride explained to her that the turtles were afraid of people and would swim away, Baby Baby then began crying again.  It turns out that she did not want the sharks to eat her.  My Lovely Bride was able finally to allay all the baby's fears, and they went into the water.  As soon as Baby Baby realized that the fish weren't eating her toes, she began to enjoy being in the water.  I spent a little time snorkeling in the spring, then it was time to eat.

After lunch, it was obvious that Baby Baby was getting tired and cranky.  And she wanted to go home to see Mommy/Daddy.  We packed up our belongings and headed back to Odessa.  Traffic was a little hairy, but we didn't have any trouble.  Baby Baby was soon home, reunited with her parents.  We gave her hugs and kisses and released our little charge to her parents.  This, though necessary, is still a little sad.  Although my Lovely Bride and I talked about the trip and good times we had, it was still just a little quiet without Baby Baby in the back seat.

We finally arrived home late Sunday evening.  We were both exhausted but it had been a great weekend trip.  I had just enough strength in reserve to unload the pickup, store the gear, and bring the 

other things inside.  But the fun we had, the excitement in our Baby Baby's eyes, the closeness of being together in such a peaceful place, made all the loading and unloading worthwhile.  We can't wait to go camping again.  This time, Baby Baby will have her own sleeping bag.  And I will have a reliable means of running my CPAP machine.  Not that I snore, mind you, just that other people THINK I do.

It's Poppee's Birthday!!!!!

I have not been very surprised on my birthday for several years, or even decades! But I got a good surprise for my birthday today.  But first, let me say yes, I know today was not my birthday...it was the anniversary of my birthday.  Yeah, yeah.  We only have ONE birthday, I know.  So what?

But, back to my story...or actually to the background of my story.  At my age I am no longer that happy about having another birthday (anniversary), but also at my age, I realize the alternative to having more birthdays is not a pleasant one.  So when I awoke this morning, I knew it was my birthday, but not necessarily a happy one.  I guess it is like a Monday morning.  I might be glad to awaken to another day, but that does not mean it is going to be a happy Monday.  Same principle.

But NOT this time.

My lovely bride called me at around 11:30 AM and said she would be at my office about lunch time.  I could hear the voice of my Baby Baby in the car, as well as the shrieking of my Baby Derek, who cannot stand to ride in any car seat not suitable for the Queen of England, nay, even the princess of The Princess and The Pea fame.  But distinguishable in between his majesty's shrieks, Baby Baby was able to reveal to me, much to my lovely bride's chagrin, that they were all on the way to a local grocery store to buy a birthday cake for me.  Baby Baby was sooooo excited.  Honey (my lovely bride's "grandmother name") was busily shushing Baby Baby, but the proverbial cat was already out of the proverbial bag.

Honey, Baby Baby, and his majesty Baby Derek arrived about forty-five minutes later.  I knew they were here because I could hear Baby Baby proclaiming loudly down the hallway that she was bringing her Poppee a birthday cake.  The three of them walked into my temporary office and Baby Baby anxiously demanded that Honey show me the cake.  Baby Baby had picked out the cake herself, and she was sooooooo excited!!!!!!

It turns out that Baby Baby looked through several cake racks before finding the perfect cake for me.  She checked out and rejected several cakes but then said, "Honey, get that one!  He'll love it! Poppee will love it!!"  The cake had John Deere green and yellow icing and came with a dump truck and a bulldozer.  So we cut some pieces of the cake and headed for the hospital cafeteria with Baby Baby telling everyone all up and down the hallway that it was Poppee's birthday and SHE had gotten Poppee some birthday cake.  And, yes, she had picked it out HERSELF.  By the time we reached the cafeteria well over two hundred people knew that I was having my BIG DAY today!!!!

We ate our lunch, but Baby Baby could hardly contain herself long enough to finish her favorite food, "shushee" (sushi). Usually she eats shushee by the mouthful but today she could only manage about two shushee rolls before she demanded that we eat the birthday cake we had brought with us to the cafeteria.  It was great.  Between each bite of shushee, Baby Baby told anyone who would listen, and everyone who would not as well, that this was Poppee's birthday and SHE had picked out the cake.  And the cake had a TRUCK AND A BULLDOZER on it!!!  In just a few minutes the cake was gone, Baby Baby had a green and yellow clown face around her mouth, and even Sir Derek was licking green icing off his lips.

Yes, this was one of the best birthday surprises I have ever had, and I will treasure it for all my remaining birthday anniversaries.  All too soon my lunch hour was over.  We walked out of the hospital to Honey's car, and all the way...yes, you guessed it...Baby Baby told anyone within earshot that it was Poppee's birthday!!!!!

Thanks to my lovely bride, and my Baby Derek, and especially to Baby Baby.  What a great birthday surprise for a person who just turned 29...or so.

PS: I am playing with my new set of John Deere equipment.  What a GREAT birthday...er...anniversary!!!