Friday, September 25, 2009

30

It happened. I turned 30. It wasn’t as hard a birthday as I thought it would be because of my wonderful friends, family and husband. Celebrations began a few weeks ago in a hotel in Nashville when my friends the Little Truckers gave me a beautiful Tiffany’s necklace. Love those girls! (more on that trip to come…maybe)

The next celebration took place when over the weekend we had to go up to Pennsylvania for a bridal shower. Scott casually mentioned we were going to dinner and asked me to bring a dress. I wear a dress just about every day so no big deal for me. Well he surprised me by taking me to the Circular Dining room at the Hotel Hershey. It was fabulous! The place was beautiful and the food fantastic. They even wrote Happy Birthday in chocolate for me. It was great. If you visit Hershey, be sure to go.

The day of my birthday I woke up a little sad at the prospect of my lost youth. Sigh. My twenties are over. What have I done?... I felt better when I met my coworker on the walk to the office and he’d bought me a chocolate croissant. Mmmmm. Then I got to work to find my boss out. Woohoo! It’s always a good day in the office when the boss is out. At 1 my sis and nieces brought me a delicious lunch complete with birthday tart and candles. We all sat outside with Tinkerbelle birthday crowns and enjoyed the weather and the food. I love those girls!

After work I took a nap and waited for Scott to get home so we could head over to Bean’s for dinner. When I walked into Bean’s house I was greeted with shouts of SURPRISE as a bunch of friends jumped out of their hiding spots wearing “dirty Mexican” mustaches. It was a muy bien surprise birthday fiesta! A lot of great friends were there including Wilbur. Wilbur was a faithful companion to my roommates and me before I married Scott. We planned so many times to hang and beat him but we just never did. So he stood with fading crepe paper fur on a side table in our living room until my birthday when he was stuffed with candy and hung from a tree in my sister’s backyard. I took a few good whacks at him and so did my nieces but it was Kimi’s husband Joe who knocked Wilbur off the rope and into the neighbors yard. It was a proud ending to our faithful friend.

Overall a great 30th birthday!
Scott will never be allowed to grow a mustache...sick! Neither will Sammy!