Another year older.

I turned the big 3-1, yesterday. I wasn't feeling very celebratory. Nothing anyone did, or didn't do. Just, after 30 It just seems like what's the point? I mean, don't get me wrong. I love my life. I love my family. I love that God has seen fit to let me live this long and I am thankful for every breath, for it's not promised. However, there is something about birthdays that makes you get all introspective.

I am not where I thought I would be. While there is nothing wrong with that, it still gives me reason to pause. Also, this year was the first year my mom, dad, and sister didn't come out and spend it with me. Then, my mom called me crying because she almost forgot, and she is broke right now and couldn't afford to send me anything or come see me. She hung up apologizing she "ruined" my birthday. She didn't. She gave me life! She remembered, and wished me happy birthday. That's all I could want :)

I got two cards and a shampoo/conditioner/anti-frizz combo set from Avon from people at work (my Avon lady sits next to me). Bee and the kids sang to me, and we had a giant frozen custard cake :) (pictured above), and I relaxed all evening. Bee kept asking if I was ok, or if I was mad, and I felt bad because it was none of that. I was just blah, but enjoying my relaxation none the less :) Today, a coworker gave me candy, inside of a giant wine glass that holds a whole bottle of wine! As well as a whole bottle of wine! haha! And BFF Rose gave me a coffee basket she made for me filled with my favorite creamers (holiday ones), Dunkin Donuts coffees (Cinnamon, Pumpkin, and Regular), a DD travel mug (.99 refills!) and a $10 gift card to DD.

For all of my introspectivenes, I am super blessed :)