oh hai guys
it's birthday week you know
turning 30 on Wednesday, and I've announced it to everyone about 6 billion times. Church? Yes. Random relatives I never see? Yes. Family? Yes. Neighbors? Yes. You? Yes. Too much? NO.
But really, birthday week of the year you turn 30 is something special.
To start, my Wendy friend went a little insane (she's on a lot of drugs right now, the good kind) and gifted me a bunch of stuff from our favorite store(s) but then also this jacket that I'm pretty sure is woven from the fibers of a baby seal's whiskers, or lots of baby seals, they are generous donors I've heard. Except my linebacker shoulders don't fit (think Chris Farley) and we must exchange for the next size up. Le sigh... such is the life of a farm girl. And then my mother-in-law, bless her tininess, came up big with a long enough and perfectly fitting teal boyfriend cardigan from Land's End. That Carol, she is good at the gift giving and I love her. You too Ken, I'm sure you contributed something. And then this morning I was in the bathroom with the door locked, girding my loins for the day (i.e. checking the twitter and ignoring my children beating on the door) when I scrolled through a tweet from Carina about this giveaway from Today's Mama that I had entered a while ago by doing this post. Remember that?
you guys, YOU GUYS. I WON IT! Well, one of it, a lits bits of a ski and winter getaway to Park City Mountain Resort for 3 days. BOOM. Happy Birthday me. Sort of bummed I sold my snowboard a year or two ago when we were destitute for cash. Except not too sad because hey, rentals are included in this giveaway, and lessons, and accommodations, and $100 too. It wouldn't hurt me to take a lesson since I learned to snowboard by taking a lift to the top of the mountain and then falling/sliding on my arse all the way down to the bottom which took like 2 hours. That was not fun. But now I shall take a lesson and rectify all my bad habits. Yay. And we shall get the Nub on a board for the first time. How cute, right? My little, much cuter, Shawn White. Twin gingers.
You know why I love birthday week? Okay yes, I like presents, who doesn't? You're a liar if you say you don't. But aside from friends who go on shopping sprees while high, and mother-in-laws who have your number, the best part is the validation. The calls and the texts and people high fiving you in Target (it happens). YES, people really do love me. I mean something to someone else. I am loved. The human race is better off with me in it. I matter. Connie's magnum opus of birthing out a 9 lb 12 oz, 22 inch long giant baby girl sans drugs 30 years ago on Wednesday was totally worth it. Right Mom?
Dang, I just like birthdays okay?
And now it is midnight and I need my beauty rest. This giant chin zit I grew for the occasion isn't going to put itself to bed.