Tom Berenger's Birthday Bash

My honey, Tom B. will be having a birthday on Monday. Like many people who have the bad luck of having a birthday near a holiday, TomB was not used to having his birthday be a big deal. Until, that is, he became the luckiest man in the world and married the Fabulous Ma'am. I love any reason for a theme party. Of course, Christmas is easy because it comes with it's own theme. Thanksgiving can go with the pumpkins & turkeys,and the trend-setting Pilgrims who gave us the original black&white palette. However, these days Thanksgiving is known as the "Harvest Festival". If I have my history correct, isn't it the fact that the Pilgrims were not good on the harvest thing and got rescued by the Indians who took pity on them. Why then, do we not see any decoration with the Indians? Now that they are PC and known as Native Americans, things just get all jumbled up since we are supposed to be celebrating the first American holiday but we would have to admit we were squatters. Right?
ANYWAY, I love birthday parties. For one of Tom B's birthday parties, I made all the guests come dressed as him. I have even gone to a block party dressed as him. This was achieved by me wearing chest waders, a fishing shirt, and a hat that had a fish head on the front and a fish tail on the back. I carried a cast rod as a prop. Note: not a good idea to wear chest waders while drinking margaritas outside in 95degree weather in the evening just as the mosquitos start to swarm.Hard to swat when you have a drinkipoo in one hand and your castrod in the other.
For the tots we go whole hog. When Trixie was two, I rented a huge moonwalk (really because I had never been in one) for her and her 1 guest. They jumped until they were limp and then we took them out, put them down for a nap and my best friend and I jumped in it while our husbands cheered us on with margaritas. It was as close as either of those two would get to participating in "The Man Show".
My ongoing attempts at being cutting edge on my parties has lead me to be the person you call if you need the name of a good working monkey for your party. I know two of them but one needs to fly down from Dallas, so that can eat up your budget, so that is something to consider.
So, for Tom Berenger's birthday weekend, I had a spa day (couple massage first , then he can watch ESPN on the iPhone until I get the delux package). After that, I thought we could get dressed up and go into THE CITY and dine at a FABU restaurant. The weekend would be topped off by the aforementioned charity event that I finally scored the perfect outfit for. The weather here at the equator has dropped, so I could even potentially march out the non-PC fur coat. It was to be a dream weekend.
Tom B suggested to me last night that while my weekend sounded beyond breathtaking, he had gotten a better offer.If I didn't mind.
Ranch in the hill country, freezing weather, no cable, and exotic deer that NEEDED killing. Also, the lure of chainsaw action pretty well sealed the deal. As I may have mentioned, TomB and his people are Quite Outdoorsy. He not only hunts, he tracks. This means he does not get in the deerblind (the HideyManHouse, as Trixie calls it) but instead camos-out, dabs eau de fox urine on himself, and then lays in leaves until the unsuspecting prey comes by. He hunts with a bow, black powder gun, pistol, shotgun, rifle, whateven needs killing, he is prepared. His role model is Jeremiah Johnson. That leaves me as the Indian woman (aka Native American chick)that is expected to chew leather to make his moccassins.I don't really see it but Tom B. is always encouraging that this would be such a great life. At least until my porcelain veneers blow.
When there is even any mention of a ranch trip, my beloved behaves like your dog when you tell him he his going for a ride in the car. I can almost see his head hanging out the window of the King Ranch F150 as he prepares for the 6 hour drive. Now we are used to driving a while to get anywhere, but when it comes to heading out West, TomB will work on the oil well fire fighting for 48 hours straight and then "load her up" and not stop til he gets to the high fence.
So, the birthday weekend stands to be his favorite. He'll be in the beautiful Texas HillCountry,on a beautiful ranch where all you can see is wildlife. The song that says "The stars at night, are big and bright, deep in the heart of Texas", was probably written while someone was sitting by the firepit on a ranch close by. It is the perfect place. It is a happy place.He has all means of manly stuff to do and most of all, Tom will be with his soul mate. The Captain.

 I'll be home, thankful my daVinci smile is intact and TomB's new snakeboots have gotten us off the moccassin issue. Happy Birthday, Babe.