I hate getting older. I don't know why; it's just how I've always been. I think maybe since I am the oldest of three kids I get a thrill any time I am the youngest, spryest [Ha!] person in a group.
So my theory is this: if you have to get older you might as well celebrate for a month. Yes, that's right, your entire birth month. I have decided that January is the best birth-month: everyone is gathered together to ring in the start of your month and usually do so with fireworks and festivities. And until recently, January was end-capped with a big Super Bowl party. There are better birth-months I suppose. Like July, maybe, when it's fun in the sun time and your actual birth-day isn't five weeks after Christmas and two weeks before Valentine's Day. Not that it's about the gifts and special meals or anything.
|Hidden in my new cubby was Stacy's birthday wish.|
|All in a hard day's work. Enjoying my view & coffee, and cupcake, too!|
|Heather gave me a goodie bag with lots of girlie things;|
I LOVE these magnets!
After work, Jeff took Heather and I out for Mexican. So yummy! We had a fun time eating chips, more chips, quesadilla's, and more chips while talking and catching up. [Jeff would claim that I alone did the talking, questioning & answering, and catching up. Ha!]
I tried really hard to get my hair cut before my birthday but unfortunately it didn't get done. I have been in desperate need of a cut for more than three months now. Seriously. I was dreading what I knew would be the all too familiar feeling of I'm-too-embarrased-to-be-sitting-in-your-chair-just-cut-what-you-must. But I was able to go the day after my birthday and am now at the ready for any more birthday celebrations. There are a few more birthday celebrations planned and I'm looking forward to them! I have to be careful, though, as I've already ruined my welcome in Emily's birthday month ;)