August 18, 2013

Happy 30 To Me! Sort of.


I turned 30 years old a couple weeks ago.



The End.




Okay not really the end. But it wasn't the greatest of days.

And it had nothing to do with the fact that I actually turned thirty. I mean, the anticipation of leaving your twenty's behind makes it seem like turning thirty should be some grand milestone that will all of a sudden make you realize that you're a grow-up! Then this knowledge will have some evil impact on your existence so that you'll take on a sudden mid-life crisis!

Or is that forty?

Fifty?

Anyhow, it was nothing like that. The shift from twenty's to thirty's was hardly noticed. My birthday simply turned out to be one of "those" days.

You know what I mean?

For some reason, my children picked that specific day to turn into little demons.

Little demons who fought and bickered, cried and whined All. Day. Long.

Hubby, who had just come back from yet another trip out of town, wasn't in the best of moods either.

Throw all that into big bowl and add a dash of pregnancy hormones from myself and lets just say, it wasn't too wonderful.



But enough of the pathetic pity party, let's make this birthday sound as awesome as possible, so here's the good parts!

By late afternoon, Hubby decided it was time to save his future happiness upon this earth and acknowledge that it was my birthday. He got me an ice cream cake that was NOT from Walmart!

Points for him.

It was even mint ice cream surrounded by chocolatey goodness.

And Hubby hates mint ice cream.

Double points for him.

Still, despite the excitement the ice cream cake brought, it was a bit of a struggle to muster up true happiness over it in the moment, I think everyone still had bad mood hangovers.

So, not our most lively birthday song.





Afterwards Hubby suggested the two of us go out to eat for dinner... but then the jet lag set in and he fell asleep. Poor guy.

However, he was rudely awakened a couple hours later by a rather large ruckus that resulted from a child splattering a large glass of milk all over the kitchen because he decided it would be a grand place to bounce his giant bouncy ball.

After that, Hubby decided I NEEDED to get out.

Lives were at stake.

So we left for a late night bite to eat, and it was nice.

The End.



Well, mostly.


My parents had been in town the few days before my birthday and they did treat me and the kids to lunch (Hubby was out of town).

They also got me a couple of whiskey barrels!



HA!

Bet you did a double take there, eh?

You see, my mom has a green thumb and loves to plant and grow all things beautiful and eatable.

So she is always bringing me little plant starts whenever she comes for a visit.

However, since I don't really have a place to put them, they usually end up... dying.

Eh hem.

I think she finally got sick of her poor little plantlings withering away to dust, so for my birthday she sent my dad and I shopping for some flower pots.

We found these totally awesome plastic "whiskey barrels".


I love them!

I decided I would try painting one and I thought it turned out rather fun! Although my dad just raised his eyebrows at my choice of paint color.

He thought hot pink or metallic gold would have been better.  Haha.

Still, she now has the peace of mind in knowing that her herb starts are happily surviving in their new habitat.

The End.



Oh wait...

The day after my birthday we had to travel to Wyoming and Utah for a couple of family events.

While in Utah, my family was having a big lunch after my nephew's baby blessing when my dad unveiled a gigantic chocolate cake in my honor and everyone sang "Happy Birthday".

I was indeed taken by surprise!

Best parents ever.

So, by the end of our weekend travels, I had chocolate cake, chocolate covered almonds, and several yummy delicious chocolate bars from my parents, and the ice cream cake and peanut butter M&M's from the Hubby.



At my last doctor's appointment my O.B. raised his eyebrows at the 35 pounds I've managed to gain in the past 26 weeks.

I think he tried to make me feel better by saying that the weight gain isn't always necessarily a function of something I'm doing.

But I look at this picture and think, "Nope, it really is simply my fault." Haha!

The End.



For real this time.

4 super cool people speak:

Garvin Smith said...

Quite the enjoyable post. We all have had birthdays like you first described. You will probably have a few more before it's over. Something to look forward to.

Raelyn said...

Serene....
I am going away to our cabin in the woods--with family, including Rose!!--and as much as I'm looking forward to it, I will miss Alayna!! {Plus the rest of your kids!!} But I'll be back!! ;)
--Raelyn
PS. 30, huh? Yeah, I am swiftly approaching that HUGE MILESTONE, myself. In January. I am actually looking forward to it!! But I'm not.... Hee, hee, hee.... ;-D

the fowlers said...

I didn't know our birthdays were so close! No wonder I like you.
I love birthdays that go on and on and on, full of chocolate and family. Sounds like you had the perfect birthday (weeks) to me!

Sue said...

Happy belated birthday! And I'm glad it sorta got better as it went along...

=)

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