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Saturday, May 16, 2015

It's Cliche', But I'm Now 40 and Fabulous

 
My 40th birthday was Friday, May 15th.  To say I love birthdays is an understatement.  I was pretty geeked when I woke up and the facebook messages came pouring in.  Love!!!  But first...I have to show you my birthday hair.

Not even the prettiest supermodel looks good with tin foil in her hair.

This better work out.  Seriously.


My hair didn't look this good on my WEDDING DAY, peeps.  Oh. My. Word.


Can you believe I had a pixie this time a year ago?  And that I've had it cut several times since then?  My rapid hair growth is one of the reasons I've decided to let my hair grow out.  I can't deal with the bushiness of my hair and the constant upkeep and going to the salon every two to three weeks for trims.  No.  I can't deal. I don't even know what my stylist did.  All I know is, I showed her a picture, she started mixing colors, and I got this.  And I absolutely love it.  I am pretty sure this is the happiest I have been with my hair in YEARS.  It's brunette mixed with red and purple, and I simply adore it.


My daughter drove me to the train station.  She needed to use my car because she needs to do a brake job on her Durango.

Teal maxi dress, just purchased at Walmart this week for under $15.  Size 14/16..  I probably could have gotten the 12/14, but then it would have been too tight on my tummy, so I stuck with this size.  I'm wearing my Bare Traps sandals from Ross, earrings I also picked up from Walmart, and I threw my Lane Bryant black cardigan over this to ride on a chilly train.




My new coworkers decorated my desk!  Wow!  Here I am giggling in delight.
The doctors also bought me a beautiful bouquet of flowers...purple daisies.  Then my department (there's only 4 of us)
bought lunch, and I got a card with a $50 gift certificate to Etsy.com!  Are you kidding me?!?!  I was so surprised!  Then on my way out the door, they bought me an iced latte to bring on the train for my ride home.  I was so moved that I called Mr. R in tears, but happy tears.  To think I spent 13 years at my former job being treated like total garbage.  I so love my new job and feel incredibly blessed to be part of this group.

So my daughter picked me up, and we ended up at the mall.  With 45 minutes to kill before my birthday party at the local Mexican place, we ended up at the tattoo/piercing store.  This was my daughter's gift to me.  No returns allowed, I guess.  :)


Yes, that's my ear.  I got a helix piercing.  Now you can also see the earrings I wore with my teal maxi dress.  The piercing didn't really hurt.  But it sure started to burn as the night went on.  And I rolled onto my left side twice in my sleep and nearly catapulted out of bed from the pain.  And stupid me is in the habit of putting my hair behind my ears in an absentminded way.  Ummm, no.  That hurts.

The night ended at the Mexican restaurant where several of my friends gathered.  My sister and her husband, my daughter, my two best friends Emily and Ginger, Ginger's husband and children, and my friend Jenn from church...the people I love the most were with me and I just sat there stupidly grinning from joy, happiness and gratitude.  My husband unfortunately was not home, he got stuck in Ohio and that was the only part of the evening that bummed me out.  My boys also didn't come, as neither one like Mexican food, so that wasn't great but I needed to choose a place with a gluten free menu for my sister and Ginger's husband.  My stepdad was on call and couldn't come, and my mom has been ill, so neither one of them made it either.  I invited my in-laws being polite, and none of them showed up.  Not even slightly shocked over that.  I was home by 10pm, snuggling with my puppy.  It was the perfect end to a great birthday.  Turning 40 is awesome, I am so blessed and happy.  I can't wait to see what the next year brings me.

Thursday, May 14, 2015

Goodbye To My Thirties


Today is the last day I will ever be able to say I am thirty-something.  Tomorrow is my 40th birthday.
It's kind of interesting to think that statistically, my life is more than likely half over.  That will make you stop and ponder, won't it?
I'm having dinner with my friends and family at Don Pablos tomorrow night after work.  And yes, I am working an entire day because my job is still new and I don't dare ask for any time off that's frivolous.

I have been so busy I only take selfies in the car.  It's pretty pathetic, but I do that in the mornings and send them to my husband since we never see each other.

Decided to get my hair done for my birthday.

You can see it tomorrow...when I'm 40!!!

Sunday, April 19, 2015

25 Years. A Quarter of a Century. A Really, Really, Long Time.

Not a great picture, but we didn't take pictures back then like everyone does now!  This is me and my honey in March 1992. We had just gotten engaged.  I'm also not crying.  We were hanging out with his brother and sister, and they both smoke.  I was all congested!


Twenty-five years ago, on this very day in 1990, this cute guy asked me to go on a date with him.  Having just broken up with another guy not even a week before, I said , Sure, why not?  Who knew I was saying yes to my future husband, the father of my children?  I would have laughed in your face for sure!  But here we are, still together, one quarter of a century later.

Oh, my parents hated him.  Long hair with a motorcycle?  I was enamored, instantly.  This is us sneaking a quick kiss before I got on the bus to go home.  I'm in 9th grade. This might have been one of our first kisses.  And I also have no idea who took this picture, although I am thinking it might be his sister.

Here we are in 1991, after my parents realized that I was not breaking up with this guy no matter how many times they grounded me. He had just graduated high school, and I'm a sophomore here.

My handsome Marine.  We had just gotten engaged, and we are off to my National Honor Society event.  My mom wouldn't let me wear jeans and a Metallica tee, so I am wearing her outfit.  March 1992 again.

Here we are on Christmas Day.  I don't remember which year, but I'm holding myself up on crutches.

This is my 15th birthday. I remember being very embarrassed by this picture because I still hardly knew him and he threw himself on me to take this picture.  

Wedding day, August 6, 1994.  I am 19, he is 21.

At a state fair with our kids...I want to say 2008?  My eyebrows are excellent here.

I don't care how long we've been married, I will kill you at Uno. I think this is 2006 or 2007.

My trip to SC with him in his semi truck.  I had a VERY good time on this trip.  

I look back at this picture fondly and sadly.  I had just found out I was pregnant after his reversal surgery.  We were out celebrating.  I miscarried about 6 weeks later.

Out to dinner with some of his extended family.  I seriously hate his hair like this.  I think once a guy is past 30, enough with the long hair!


And there you kind of have it.  Twenty five years of fun, kids, trials, sadness, joy, happiness, love, coffee, pets, illness, pain, and happiness.  What it's supposed to be.  I love you, honey.  Here's to 25 more.