My Birthday Eve

I'm 30. Tomorrow I will be 31.

As far as celebrations go, 31 isn't the greatest to be celebrated. It's just another number. A larger number. I can feel my youth fading as I type this. How does time go by so quickly?


On the positive side I did get the spend the weekend with my two favorite girls...my sister Niki and niece Aubrey. When they are around there is never a dull moment. They keep my cheeks sore from laughing and smiling so much.
This weekend included lots of shopping, singing, and dancing. Aubrey is my sister through and through. She is so funny and so smart and is at the age where she now imitates and repeats (or tries to repeat) everything. When her and Niki are around, I forget that I can't dance worth a crap and swing my arms and hips to the music just in hopes that Aubrey will do the same. And when she does, it melts my swollen Auntie heart. She is the best thing ever. They together are the best thing ever.
I cried when they left today. I missed them the minute they walked out the door. I want to see them every single day. I want to be home...in Mulkeytown. Maybe when I'm 32.

Valentine's Schmalentine's

I’m 30. Next week I will celebrate my 30^th Valentine’s Day. And I have nothing good to say about that. Valentine’s Schmalentine’s…

I get the shaft. My birthday is a week before Valentine’s Day and I get the shaft every year. Significant other wise, my beau always combined my Valentine’s and birthday gifts. And Matt (I love you dearly honey) is no different. This year I am told that our March vacation is my Valenirthday (my new word) gift. Last year was the same, but at least it was in February. Last year was also our first Valentine's Day as a married couple. I got him a mushy husband card. Did I get one in return? No. If I remember correctly, our first Valentine’s together I got a pair of tennis shoes. In Matt’s defense, I did want them and didn’t have the money to buy them myself. But really…what’s the deal?

Blame Patty and Charlie for cursing me with a February birthday, not me. What does a girl have to do to get flowers or even a card?