I meant to blog yesterday on my BIRTHDAY, but time got away from me and I was not able to.
Yesterday, I turned 34. That's right...THIRTY FOUR. I have to admit, I had a bit of anxiety about this birthday. I'm not sure why...
I remember turning 30 and while most people seem to dread it, I was so EXCITED to turn 30 because in my mind, it meant I was FINALLY a grown up. Well...now that I've been a grown up for 4 long years...I am thinking it's not all that it's cracked up to be. The older I get, the harder it is to do stuff. It takes me longer to do the simple things and my memory is going going going gone!!!
But, typical me, I decided that 34 could be another rock star birthday...if I wanted it to be. So, I just decided that it would be. :)
I don't feel old, but sometimes I act old. Trent makes fun of me sometimes because I'd MUCH rather stay home in comfy clothes lounging around the house rather than running the roads, shopping and hanging out. I like to go to bed by 10:30 every night and I've become SUCH a creature of habit when it comes to my breakfast now. I have to have an egg every single day. Or else...I get REALLY cranky.
The last doctor I saw (for reasons that shall go unnamed, but you could all take a wild guess and probably be right...), told me I had to start taking Metamucil. Yeah. Right before my 34th Birthday...so you can see where the anxiety came in.
But come on!!! How bad can Metamucil be? (I still haven't bought any...) Does it come in flavors?
So, regardless of how much fiber I have to start stuffing myself with...this semi-geriatric 34 year old will party like a rock star all year long!!!
Here I am the day before my birthday. I still can't help but get a little excited...
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| Say Bye-Bye to 33!! |
And here is my super most awesome amazing birthday present from my most fabulous precious husband. Honestly, he spoils me totally rotten. I probably take him for granted WAY too often, but I love him like crazy (and like a crazy person--there is a difference).
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| Dooney & Bourke Flourentine Satchel--She needs a name! |
*raising my glass of Metamucil* CHEERS, Friends!
