AZ JazzyJ
<font color=teal>The Talented One<br><font color=p
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I would like to thank everyone for all of the great birthday wishes. It has been an honor and a pleasure to get to know each of you. I could not ask for a better bunch of friends than you.
It has been an interesting day to say the least. It began this morning when my son Dakota came flying into the bedroom landing smack dab on my stomach notifying me that it was my birthday. Once I was able to breath again, I drug my old bones out of bed and now that I have reached middle age I headed straight for the bathroom. Donning my Goofy slippers and still in my Arizona Diamondbacks pajamas I headed downstairs. There on my pin table sat a whole bunch of gifts surrounded by a whole bunch of smiling kids. I was ushered to my chair so the gift opening could commence. The first gift was from Dakota, a bottle of after shave. Dakota informed me it was so that I wouldn't stink. I had to keep reminding myself what a great kid he was. All the way from Provo, my daughter Ashley sent me a package containing an Olympic program and a framed picture of her and I at the Bobsled track, I could not have imagined a more perfect gift from her. Mallorie gave me the Disney Store Pooh Birthstone pin along with the Brave Little Tailor, March Calendar and Tigger St. Patricks Day pin. More importantly, she also gave me 2 brand new Arizona Diamondbacks pins. Trina's gift was the most special, I opened the box to find an authentic Arizona Diamondbacks sleeveless road jersey with the black undershirt. On the sleeve is none other than the 2001 World Series patch. In the box was a gift certificate to have my name and number put on the jersey by the Arizona Diamondbacks. It was awesome! Tiffany had spent her hard earned allowance and did her own gift shopping. In the gift bag I found a baseball survival kit that she had created. In it were sunflower seeds, a stress ball, a new pen for keeping score and a package of gum. This was accompanied by a letter that told what it meant to her to go to the ballgame with her father. It was very touching. One gift remained from my daughter Whitney. I opened it to find a gift certificate to Build-a-bear . When the kids saw this, they became very excited and we had to go to the mall immediately. For those of you who have been spared the experience of Build-a-bear, let me explain it. As you enter the store along one wall there are barrels of what I like to refer to as plush road kill. These are flat carcasses of stuffed animals of all sizes. I of course tagged a grizzly bear that looked like the perfect rug. Once you select a dead animal you make your way to an area filled with different sound devices that can be placed inside the animal. This was an easy choice, I of course selected Take Me Out To the Ball Game. Armed with a dead bear and my favorite song, I went to the stuffing station. There, a woman surgically inserts a tube into the back of my road kill bear and begins to stuff him. When about half done, there is a ritual that the new owner must go through by selecting a heart for the animal then make a wish and insert the heart. I offered to let the kids do this part for me. That was a mistake. There was a major argument about who got to do this part. This resulted in a compromise where each child was given the opportunity to put a heart in dad's bear along with a wish. The result is I now own some kind of bionic bear who possesses 5 hearts and a green clover strategically placed in his body along with Take Me Out to the Ball Game. After being stuffed and sewn shut, the bear was bathed and combed. Since no one wants to hang out with a naked bear (except maybe another bear), the store has racks and racks of clothes. I selected a baseball uniform and cleats and dressed the now portly bear. After making him decent, it was to the computer where I was given the opportunity to name my bear. This was of course the part that my kids dreaded the most. They just knew I was going to name him Bear Dot Com or something really weird. Quite the contrary, I named him B.O.B which of course is short for Bank One Bear. What better name would there be for a bear that is dressed in a baseball uniform and plays Take Me Out to the Ball Game when you press his pitching arm (left-handed of course)? B.O.B. received his birth certificate, was boxed in a cute little cardboard house that I imagined looked just like the box that Judith lives in. Collecting all of my new found stuff we left for Scottsdale Stadium where the Arizona Diamondbacks were to play the San Francisco Giants. Blue sky 79 degrees and no wind. It was a perfect day for baseball, especially with the Diamondbacks winning 4-0. Tonight, it was a quiet dinner for two for Trina and I followed by a flaming cake that was quickly doused by the breath of 5 kids and an old man. All in all, it was a pretty average day filled with extraordinary people.
Jeff
It has been an interesting day to say the least. It began this morning when my son Dakota came flying into the bedroom landing smack dab on my stomach notifying me that it was my birthday. Once I was able to breath again, I drug my old bones out of bed and now that I have reached middle age I headed straight for the bathroom. Donning my Goofy slippers and still in my Arizona Diamondbacks pajamas I headed downstairs. There on my pin table sat a whole bunch of gifts surrounded by a whole bunch of smiling kids. I was ushered to my chair so the gift opening could commence. The first gift was from Dakota, a bottle of after shave. Dakota informed me it was so that I wouldn't stink. I had to keep reminding myself what a great kid he was. All the way from Provo, my daughter Ashley sent me a package containing an Olympic program and a framed picture of her and I at the Bobsled track, I could not have imagined a more perfect gift from her. Mallorie gave me the Disney Store Pooh Birthstone pin along with the Brave Little Tailor, March Calendar and Tigger St. Patricks Day pin. More importantly, she also gave me 2 brand new Arizona Diamondbacks pins. Trina's gift was the most special, I opened the box to find an authentic Arizona Diamondbacks sleeveless road jersey with the black undershirt. On the sleeve is none other than the 2001 World Series patch. In the box was a gift certificate to have my name and number put on the jersey by the Arizona Diamondbacks. It was awesome! Tiffany had spent her hard earned allowance and did her own gift shopping. In the gift bag I found a baseball survival kit that she had created. In it were sunflower seeds, a stress ball, a new pen for keeping score and a package of gum. This was accompanied by a letter that told what it meant to her to go to the ballgame with her father. It was very touching. One gift remained from my daughter Whitney. I opened it to find a gift certificate to Build-a-bear . When the kids saw this, they became very excited and we had to go to the mall immediately. For those of you who have been spared the experience of Build-a-bear, let me explain it. As you enter the store along one wall there are barrels of what I like to refer to as plush road kill. These are flat carcasses of stuffed animals of all sizes. I of course tagged a grizzly bear that looked like the perfect rug. Once you select a dead animal you make your way to an area filled with different sound devices that can be placed inside the animal. This was an easy choice, I of course selected Take Me Out To the Ball Game. Armed with a dead bear and my favorite song, I went to the stuffing station. There, a woman surgically inserts a tube into the back of my road kill bear and begins to stuff him. When about half done, there is a ritual that the new owner must go through by selecting a heart for the animal then make a wish and insert the heart. I offered to let the kids do this part for me. That was a mistake. There was a major argument about who got to do this part. This resulted in a compromise where each child was given the opportunity to put a heart in dad's bear along with a wish. The result is I now own some kind of bionic bear who possesses 5 hearts and a green clover strategically placed in his body along with Take Me Out to the Ball Game. After being stuffed and sewn shut, the bear was bathed and combed. Since no one wants to hang out with a naked bear (except maybe another bear), the store has racks and racks of clothes. I selected a baseball uniform and cleats and dressed the now portly bear. After making him decent, it was to the computer where I was given the opportunity to name my bear. This was of course the part that my kids dreaded the most. They just knew I was going to name him Bear Dot Com or something really weird. Quite the contrary, I named him B.O.B which of course is short for Bank One Bear. What better name would there be for a bear that is dressed in a baseball uniform and plays Take Me Out to the Ball Game when you press his pitching arm (left-handed of course)? B.O.B. received his birth certificate, was boxed in a cute little cardboard house that I imagined looked just like the box that Judith lives in. Collecting all of my new found stuff we left for Scottsdale Stadium where the Arizona Diamondbacks were to play the San Francisco Giants. Blue sky 79 degrees and no wind. It was a perfect day for baseball, especially with the Diamondbacks winning 4-0. Tonight, it was a quiet dinner for two for Trina and I followed by a flaming cake that was quickly doused by the breath of 5 kids and an old man. All in all, it was a pretty average day filled with extraordinary people.
Jeff
). Beauregard said he wants to check out the road kill in your honor! Be sure to tell Trina about the Hallmark ornaments! Beauregard sends his best wishes. Enjoy the rest of your birthday weekend.
