springdellgirl

36 Big Ones



Yesterday was my thirty-sixth birthday. It feels so strange to type that. 36. I'm not freaking out... yet. Talk to me at 40. But 36... that's grown-up...an adult. I remember telling my friends "My mom is thirty-six" and I was older...not a little kid. To me thirty-six says "Get off your butt and start accomplishing something" but then I look around at my nearly 12 year old daughter, nearly 8 year old son, and nearly 4 year old "baby" and I look at my healthy happy 13 year old marriage and I think. I have been accomplishing things all along. But to utter the words "I'm 36" kind of gets stuck in the throat...like "I'm 24" is trying to come out instead. But it could be worse. Reilly asked me if I was at the age when I would like to forever be twenty-two. Um...no. "Why not?" she said "that's what women do when they are old." Happy Birthday to me. Then when I dropped the kids off at school this morning Kameron said to me "OK...your 96 right?" Nope...36. "Same thing". Again Happy Birthday to me.

I am actually pleased to have arrived at 36. It could've been all she wrote two weeks due to my freak wheelbarrow accident. What accident you might ask? Now that the horror has passed I will tell you. Two weeks ago Tyler and I were putting in our garden which we do every year but this year I have been extra paranoid about it due to the freaky scary futuristic books I've been reading (post to come) which have kept me up at night worrying about our apocalyptic future.

Anyway...we were putting in the garden when Karma decided to kick me in the butt or rather the head. Remember the little "shiner" incident with Kameron and the black eye given to him by his mother...via a powerfully thrown, I might say, if badly aimed baseball. Geez Kelley, with your "Pisces" intuition that you love to tell me about you might have warned me. Well...at the very moment when I decided to squat down in the garden to pull out a particularly stubborn weed Tyler came rocketing into the garden at apparent jet speed with the wheel barrow. You might guess what happened. That damn wheelbarrow slammed into the side of my head knocking me over.

I don't know what the look was on Tyler's face as he nearly killed me...due to the stars that were before my eyes. But I did hear his bored non-concerned voice looming above me ask "Um...are you ok". Actually no. Was it me sprawled in the dirt crying that gave you that idea? He eventually came to my aid only to be amazed by the injury he caused me. What loving words were uttered. An anguished "I'm sorry love of my life". Nope. A gleeful. "Oh man! Your eye is totally puffing up." That's right people. I had a puffy blackening eye. Karma. The wheel barrow hit me on my eye socket...nearly missing my temple.

Now my friend Karma had some fun with me. Did I get a tough looking shiner? No. I just looked like I had gone crazy with the eyeliner and smeared it out to the side of my head. But in all my travels through the week did anyone...friend, family, acquaintance... ask me what happened. No. I saw quizzical looks. But no one said anything. FINALLY at Enrichment Night my friend, Valynn, with a look of true concern said "DO YOU HAVE A BLACK EYE?" Yes! Yes! Yes! Validation. Apparently I have just looked like a freak with smeared out of control eyeliner to the rest of the world. Nice.

Back to my birthday... I am lucky because I will be celebrating it a few more times this week. Again on Saturday with my husband and then next Saturday for a combo birthday party for me and Ailey with my extended family.

But I did have a fun birthday. I went out to lunch with my friend Janyse. We were supposed to go out for sushi but the restaurant ended up not being open for lunch so we went to a fun chic little eatery.

And guess what?


Dun Dun Dun Dun Dun Dun ....YOU SAY IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY....dun dun dun dun dun dun ...IT'S MY BIRTHDAY TOO!!

The birthday girls

Isn't that crazy? We have the same birthday!! Or as I like to call it "The glorious day of my birth" which I said/sang frequently to annoy my children.

Mary and Ramona wanted to join us...the four of us make up our Relief Society Presidency...I was bummed that the sushi place was closed because Mary and Ramona were sushi virgins. It's always fun to introduce people to the delight that is sushi. But alas they were spared and relieved.

Ramona and Mary

Our family had a lot going on yesterday so we didn't get to fully celebrate. We will do that on Saturday but I did get to stuff my face with fabulous Linnie's Thai food for dinner that night so I was good!!

Thanks to everyone for all the phone calls, cards, emails etc. I really appreciate it!! And...I had a lovely birthday tribute from my sweet brother, Kirk, on his blog. Man...that kid has turned out great! Of course I could've used a tad more waxing poetic on my beauty, charm, wit, and intelligence...you know how my ego loves to be stroked...but I'll let you save it for next year. ;)

Dinner Alert: I've gotten out of the habit of this...It's another baseball/ballet double header. We are packing in the cooler Brown Rice and Chick Pea Salad with Basil-curry dressing.