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          Tomorrow, October 29th, is a day that should be celebrated throughout the lands with food, wine and great merriment. It should be an international holiday and revered as a day of peace and celebration. Aside from being the 302 day of the year on the Gregorian calendar and the birth date of famous Norwegian Speed Skater Johann Olav Koss and death date of Joseph Pulitzer, why else should we take the day off and commemorate this wonderful October day? It is Paul’s birthday of course! The following is a list of things Lee would give him if she had all the resources in the world. Don’t look for sexual favors since those she can and will provide on any given date.

          1. A trip to India to include a stay at a palace and shacking up with sherpas.

The Indian trip will have to show all sides of India and include at least a couple of weeks at an ashram where we will learn all sorts of cool things. Riding elephants and seeing tigers and venerating cows are all part of this once in a lifetime adventure.

          2. A wine tasting class.

This one seems simple but it’s usually the easy things that are difficult for us to do for ourselves. We say things like ‘I’ll do it next year’ and ‘I would rather spend the money on little Johnny’s _____ (fill in the blank with whatever you think will make your child’s childhood better than yours). Take the damn class! Take the damn vacation! Stop denying yourself! And when you do, tell us how.

          3. A regular visit with a professional massage therapist.

As a chick with fibromyalgia, I don’t understand Paul’s love of massages. Personally, I find them painful. However, my love adores them and this would be one of those gifts that would make him truly happy. Not happy ending happy, just regular happy.

          4. Lunch with Leonard Nimoy and William Shatner.

No, he would not be allowed to talk to them but he would get to watch them eat and perhaps listen to them talking to each other. The enforced silence is really a blessing for Paul since he would be sitting there stunned anyway. I doubt he would even eat but he will tell you afterwards it was the best lunch ever while he sneaks food off of your plate. Oh, and they would need to recreate the Pon Farr fury of ‘Amok Time’ and fight to the death. Yes, they can bring in the pregnant woman and midget as their stunt doubles.

          5.  A maid/assistant/ghostwriter/Media-Marketing-PR professional.

Yes, this would have to be one person since Paul doesn’t really like people and too many people makes it more likely that he will despise one of them. It’s simple math, really. The maid would need to be willing to clean our floors daily since we have 2 monkeys and 2 dogs. The assistant would have to handle all the extraneous crap Paul deals with to keep this family going. The ghostwriter would have to write posts for him when he commits to them and hasn’t a friggen clue what he wants to say. And the PR person needs to market CoupleDumb until we are considered the only people to turn to for relationship advice. That’s all. Any takers?

          There are so many more gifts that I can think of but they would involve lube or food.

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          Friday the 18th is a day that will be celebrated for a dozen decades to come. Aside from being the last school day of the year, it is also our son Bobby’s birthday! Bobby is six years old today. For a parent, the birthday of your child is bittersweet. You are so happy to celebrate the day of their birth and the gift they are in your life and yet you feel the twinge of sadness that your baby is one year older. Our Bobby is a big boy so it is already difficult to carry him or have him lay in your arms like when he was a baby. But before we get too maudlin discussing this we need to point out that tomorrow, the 19th, is Lee’s birthday! And since Bobby can’t really put together a whole post yet, Lee will write a post discussing her feelings about another birthday.


          Lee says: What the fuck? You make it sound like I have had so many! I realize that, unlike Bobby, I have lost that new baby glow, but I’m not a grandmother. Wait a second. I do have a friend or two my age who are entering into that stage of their lives. I am 44 years old tomprrow; a very nice redundant number. A special number for me since Ricky was born. His birth was all about the number 4. My water broke at 4:18am and he was born at 4:44pm. Bringing him home made my life and home complete; me and my four favorite people on the earth.


          I have wondered what I would do if I could turn back time (cue Cher music here). Unlike many people I know, I have few if any regrets. I am one of those sick people who have embraced the crap from my life and really accept that all these things made me who I am. However, if I were to get a time machine for my birthday, I do have a few things I would like to do in my past.


          1. I would go back to a school dance from a different school. I would look for a gangly, awkward boy who is about to ask another girl to dance and ask him first. I remember this story from Paul’s long list of stupid girl stories. The girl screamed when he asked her to dance. Me, I was the chubby girl who would have danced with him. Honestly, I would have danced with anybody but the mere act of asking me to dance would have made all that gangliness and awkwardness disappear. He would have been my Gene Kelly and I would have been his Debbie Reynolds (you know that scene in ‘Singing in the rain’). Did I mention I would be 12 years old?

          2. I would move forward in time to find a tall guy with a star trek shirt and an afro. I would find him, kiss him and probably fuck him. What? This is my birthday fantasy people, not yours. I have heard all of Paul’s adolescent and teen stories of being an outcast and horny as hell. I would be there, chubby, again, but cute as a button. I would be around 17 and probably give him palpitations and a case of the giggles that would be hard for him to stop while I vamped him. He would stop eventually.
          3. I would go back to Big Bear in August of 1987. I would find me, Paul, Steve and Paul’s girlfriend at the time (She who must not be named). I would tell me to take a hike or put me in a stasis of some sort and I would relive my first conversations with Paul. Would I jump him? Probably, but what I really want to do is relive the first spark of this long love affair that I still revel in today.
          4. I would jump forward a few months to our first all night conversation where I know I fell in love with him. I would talk to him about selling the moon, religion and everything under the sun. I would probably kiss him because I couldn’t resist. I would probably tell him how incredible he was and is and how I knew that very night that he was the man for me.

          I guess you can see that in my life I have come to realize the incredible gift Paul is. He has tamed the shrew and allowed me to be soft and tender without fearing showing my soft underbelly. I am thankful for the last 22 birthdays since I spent them with him. I have spent half of my life with him now which makes this birthday even better. If I could turn back time, I would spend those extra moments with him. Perhaps, this is my sappy birthday.

          Paul says: I love your sappy birthday and I love you.

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 Halloween 2004 0561 300x225 What Did You Get Me?

          It is Paul’s birthday today. Oh yes, it is also Thursday and this is CoupleDumb and all of that other stuff. But the important thing about today is that it is Paul’s birthday. Everyone on the same page? Good.


          Paul says: I celebrate my birthday. I’m the type of person that will walk around with a button that announces that I am the birthday boy. I’ve been known to wear a party hat for the entire day, walking around while pointing to the hat and telling people that it is my birthday. This is particularly bizarre behavior for a person who cringes at any form of acknowledgement, who goes fetal if called smart, and who becomes faint if you refer to his aesthetics as anything greater than Quasimodo-like.  Then I married into a family that has been doing the big birthday/Halloween celebration for years. (Happy birthday, Georgie. I love you.) For me, the birthday celebration is a big thing.


          I am not entirely certain why I feel this way. For those of you who have read our writing and know some of my inner sludge, then you know that I have a tendency towards being Emo. Dark drama plays through my head like old vampire movies before they invented talkies. So, on one hand, my birthday celebration in a commemoration of one more year that I have not given in to my shadow side, that I have kept myself happy despite, as my shadow would say, all of the evidence that I shouldn’t be.


          But there is the flip side, the side of me that is not starting at the dysfunctional inner child. You know that Lee and I believe in the power of intention. This year, my intending powers have really come into the spotlight. It seems like whatever I declare with a clear mind and conscious, comes to fruition. I would love to say that it is not magical because magic does not fit well into my paradigm but it is. I have intended people out of parties. I’ve intended money when I needed it. I’ve intended whole career changes. Trust me when I say that I am more incredulous and freaked out about it then you are.


          That being said, if you are willing to accept this premise then there is something that you need to know. (This is the scary small writing on the magic potion that the person does not read until after he drinks it.) Intentions are like having an old school genie. If you do it wrong, it will fuck you up. Do you remember the episode of the Twilight Zone where the old Jewish man asks the genie to make him the most powerful man in the world and the genie turns him into Hitler?


          This week we have written about some of my personal itchy scabs. To say that I want my daughter to stay my little girl forever would more likely inflict her with dwarfism then stop the flow of time. God forbid that I ask for the child that was miscarried lest we play out a horror novel in Steven King fashion. But these, and so much more, are the things that have created the new 45 year old Paul, the Paul that knows not to say he is middle aged because he can do the math and is NOT creating a death date intention. It is the good and the ugly that have become the celebration of my life; past, present and future.


          So my carefully worded intention for my life to date is to have happy children that are proud of their father without feeling beholden to him, to continue to grow in love as a man and husband, and to make a living writing – Fuck it, to make a GOOD living writing – and change some lives, not because I am some type of guru but because I’ve sparked some thought with what I have to say.


          And that’s it. In case you missed anything, let me summarize the important parts: today is my birthday.  


          Lee says: Happy Birthday to my wonderful, sexy, loving, brilliant, powerful, funny, youthful man who has the body of an Olympic Swimmer! (As you can see, this is his gift).

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