Have A Good Time

Yesterday it was my birthday
I hung one more year on the line
I should be depressed
My life’s a mess
But I’m having a good time

Oo, I’ve been loving and loving and loving
I’m exhausted from loving so well
I should go to bed
But a voice in my head
Says “ah, what the hell”

Have a good time
Have a good time
Have a good time
Have a good time

Paranoia strikes deep in the heartland
But I think it’s all overdone
Exaggerating this and exaggerating that
They don’t have no fun

I don’t believe what I read in the papers
They’re just out to capture my dime
I ain’t worrying
And I ain’t scurrying;
I’m having a good time

Have a good time
Have a good time
Have a good time
Have a good time

Maybe I’m laughing my way to disaster
Maybe my race has been run
Maybe I’m blind to the fate of mankind
But what can be done?
So God bless the goods we was given
And God bless the U. S. of A.
And God bless our standard of livin’
Let’s keep it that way
And we’ll all have a good time

Repeat and fade:
Have a good time
Have a good time
Have a good time
Have a good time


Pirates! Pizza! Presents! Party!

Once upon a time, a year or so ago, one of my coworkers — not Heather — was talking to me about planning a birthday party for her son, who was turning 4.

And, as a single guy with no kids for whom that whole world was alien, it seemed insane.

Fast forward to this past weekend. I’m at KidVenture with more kids than I can count building a cake wearing a pirate bandana. What brave new world is this, that has such parties in it.

It still seems a little insane. The party probably cost more than all the presents put together. Caden could have asked for something that cost that much for his birthday, and been told it was way too much. The cake alone probably cost more than any single gift, and — and I can’t stress this enough — came with instructions. The cake cost that much, and didn’t even come fully assembled. I had to build the cake in situ.

On the flip side, the cake was, as Heather put it, “a birthday miracle.” I won’t tell the story behind it, since she blogged it better than I could, but it really was a little slice of happy ending. The look on Caden’s face when he saw it was wonderful, but it didn’t do justice to the look on his mom’s face when she brought it out of the grocery store.

And the party was a wish fulfillment for Caden. He loves dressing up. LOVES dressing up. He comes home from school, and immediately changes into a ninja or Iron Man or a clone trooper or something. It’s like what they say about Batman — Batman is the reality, Bruce Wayne is just a costume. Caden’s in costume when he wears civvies to go to daycare. That’s pretend. The real Caden is a superhero. All he wanted from Santa was a sword. And armor. And two shields. And lately, the real Caden has been a pirate. Iron Man and the clone trooper have been getting short breaks as the pirate becomes the normal go-to.

So Sunday night, Caden got to dress like a pirate, and be on a pirate ship, and have rings and gold coins and eye patches and other treasure and share his booty with his friends. So, yeah, maybe the money would have bought a bigger and better toy or something, but buying Caden the Pirate a night on his own pirate ship was kinda priceless.

As the party got closer, we began to worry. The snowpocalypse was upon us, and we were afraid it would come before the party was over, or, more to the point, that other people would be afraid it would, and decide not to come lest they be trapped. We watched the radar with bated breath.

And then, right as we were setting up, the phone calls started coming. And every time it rang, our hearts skipped a beat. Here comes the first person to send regrets. But that first call was for directions. Others were similar. There was one regret, from someone who had to be in Birmingham that night; completely understandable. But the place ended up being packed. I’m not sure about Heather, but the number of kids was quite adequate for me.

For me, it was an interesting experience. For the kids, I’m part of their life. But this was a new thing, being the guy there setting up the cake and thanking people for coming. And it wasn’t an entirely uncomfortable fit, really.

So, yeah, fast forward to now, and the whole kid party still seems kinda insane. But, you know, that may not be a bad thing.

Happy Birthday, Heather!

Happy birthday, Heather!

May today bring you happiness, fun times with friends and family, a great reminder of how special you are, and maybe a cool present or two!

May the coming year of your life be an amazing one, and may your Father bless you in cool and creative ways that you could never imagine today! I hope the next year of your life is one you can look back on a year from now as an incredible journey of adventure, blessing and growth!

Thanks for letting me be a part of that journey! Love you!


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