30
Alright so I'm a little late with the birthday post. Thank you to everyone who wished me well. Here's how it went down:
Thursday - B-day - Went to work, my aides threw me a surprise party with the kids, came home got a few gifts, napped like it was my job, went to Sanducci's for dinner with my parents, Ian's parents, Kerri sans Opie, Ian and myself. had lots of good food, came home slept.
Friday - Dinner and spent gift card to Lane Bryant on bras and underwear because it's what I needed most. Plus they didn't have anything that made me go "ooo I need that for no apparent real reason". I did also get makeup to replace my kit because I lost it. ALL OF IT. SUcks but yay to new stuff!
Saturday - Vegged around the house. Ian made an awesome mac and cheese for us. I decided to go get something new and cute for my birthday dinner. I go to the Avenue and was only "eh" about what they had so I drove to Garden State Plaza to try Macy's and Old Navy. Bad move. I drove around for over 30 minutes looking for parking and started crying because I was upset at myself for being so concerned over having something cute and new. I left without setting foot in the mall, and called Ian crying because I was being so stupid. I got over myself by the time I got home and was ready to go. We had dinner at Iron Horse with a few friends (we get together for each others birthdays every year) then off to Coldstone for yummy delicious ice cream. I had dark chocolate orgasm, I mean mint. Sooooooo gooooood.
Sunday - So the chaos begins. Family dinner at my parents. Last year I cooked because birthday is do-it-yourself once you are married but seeing as I am living with my in-laws, my mom volunteered to throw it this year. I wanted low key. There were 20 people. We had my family + Opie and his daughter Melanie, Lorriane, John, Tom and Diane, Ian's parents, grandma Irene, Chele & Jeremy, and the Macarios. Dinner was going as well as it can anytime you put my mom in an event such as this. Mild panicing over minute details such as
1. I saw the basement before she was done decorating with 30 balloons, which put her a little off. Whatever.
2. She had no clue how much dressing went on the caesar salad so I did it for her 5 minutes before she was ready. Whatever.
3. She bought crushed pinapple instead of slices for the ham. Whatever.
All in all she held it together well for her usual self.
We ate, Mom and Lorriane were cleaning up then we heard screams. Loud screams that let you know things just ain't kosher. Somehow a bird flew into the house. I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it. This is when mom looses it because it's a superstition that someone dies when a bird flies into a house. Mom starts to panic mildly but decides to finish cleaning up from dinner as she is panicing. The bird was flying around like nuts. Lorriane is freaking out because she hates animals. Both dads, John, Tom, Lou, and Ian decide they are going to capture and release the beast. Maily there was 15 minutes of chasing it all over the house. I told them to keep it in one room then open to window to ge it out. So it ends up in my mom's newly renoved bedroom. Nice. I find this mildly amusing while worrying that my mom is going to all out lose it. Again she is doing very well for herself. SO there are the men plus Diane who snuck up to watch the antics which sounded amusing from Ian's POV. Both fathers resembled Fessic from The Princess Bride swinging aimlessly at the bird. So they capture and set Tweety free. We have dessert, napolean cake and homemade cheesecake. Again, sooooooooo goooooood.
I have decided that I only like celebrating other people's birthdays. For ages stupid things have happened on my birthday. Like the time my sister spilled nailpolish all over my costume at my 7th birthday party because she wanted to play with my gifts while we were at the party. Or the time I "became a woman" right before my 13th birthday and my mom spent the day calling to tell my family the wonderful news, after I was forced to go to band practice and fell off my bike scrapping up my kneee on the way there. Or on my 16th birthday when my mom burned my birthday cheesecake because she forgot about it. Or how 2 years ago my dad wasn't speaking to me. Or last year when my mom was being stupid about me making my own dinner. So I am pretty much done with making a big deal over birthdays because something stupid happens. I want a cake and that's it. No dinners or crap, just cake and coffee. Hopefully next year I will have a place to have cake and coffee for family and be done with it.
I am glad I am 30. it feels great, and I am grateful to be alive. I just need less drama at family birthday events.
Thursday - B-day - Went to work, my aides threw me a surprise party with the kids, came home got a few gifts, napped like it was my job, went to Sanducci's for dinner with my parents, Ian's parents, Kerri sans Opie, Ian and myself. had lots of good food, came home slept.
Friday - Dinner and spent gift card to Lane Bryant on bras and underwear because it's what I needed most. Plus they didn't have anything that made me go "ooo I need that for no apparent real reason". I did also get makeup to replace my kit because I lost it. ALL OF IT. SUcks but yay to new stuff!
Saturday - Vegged around the house. Ian made an awesome mac and cheese for us. I decided to go get something new and cute for my birthday dinner. I go to the Avenue and was only "eh" about what they had so I drove to Garden State Plaza to try Macy's and Old Navy. Bad move. I drove around for over 30 minutes looking for parking and started crying because I was upset at myself for being so concerned over having something cute and new. I left without setting foot in the mall, and called Ian crying because I was being so stupid. I got over myself by the time I got home and was ready to go. We had dinner at Iron Horse with a few friends (we get together for each others birthdays every year) then off to Coldstone for yummy delicious ice cream. I had dark chocolate orgasm, I mean mint. Sooooooo gooooood.
Sunday - So the chaos begins. Family dinner at my parents. Last year I cooked because birthday is do-it-yourself once you are married but seeing as I am living with my in-laws, my mom volunteered to throw it this year. I wanted low key. There were 20 people. We had my family + Opie and his daughter Melanie, Lorriane, John, Tom and Diane, Ian's parents, grandma Irene, Chele & Jeremy, and the Macarios. Dinner was going as well as it can anytime you put my mom in an event such as this. Mild panicing over minute details such as
1. I saw the basement before she was done decorating with 30 balloons, which put her a little off. Whatever.
2. She had no clue how much dressing went on the caesar salad so I did it for her 5 minutes before she was ready. Whatever.
3. She bought crushed pinapple instead of slices for the ham. Whatever.
All in all she held it together well for her usual self.
We ate, Mom and Lorriane were cleaning up then we heard screams. Loud screams that let you know things just ain't kosher. Somehow a bird flew into the house. I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it. This is when mom looses it because it's a superstition that someone dies when a bird flies into a house. Mom starts to panic mildly but decides to finish cleaning up from dinner as she is panicing. The bird was flying around like nuts. Lorriane is freaking out because she hates animals. Both dads, John, Tom, Lou, and Ian decide they are going to capture and release the beast. Maily there was 15 minutes of chasing it all over the house. I told them to keep it in one room then open to window to ge it out. So it ends up in my mom's newly renoved bedroom. Nice. I find this mildly amusing while worrying that my mom is going to all out lose it. Again she is doing very well for herself. SO there are the men plus Diane who snuck up to watch the antics which sounded amusing from Ian's POV. Both fathers resembled Fessic from The Princess Bride swinging aimlessly at the bird. So they capture and set Tweety free. We have dessert, napolean cake and homemade cheesecake. Again, sooooooooo goooooood.
I have decided that I only like celebrating other people's birthdays. For ages stupid things have happened on my birthday. Like the time my sister spilled nailpolish all over my costume at my 7th birthday party because she wanted to play with my gifts while we were at the party. Or the time I "became a woman" right before my 13th birthday and my mom spent the day calling to tell my family the wonderful news, after I was forced to go to band practice and fell off my bike scrapping up my kneee on the way there. Or on my 16th birthday when my mom burned my birthday cheesecake because she forgot about it. Or how 2 years ago my dad wasn't speaking to me. Or last year when my mom was being stupid about me making my own dinner. So I am pretty much done with making a big deal over birthdays because something stupid happens. I want a cake and that's it. No dinners or crap, just cake and coffee. Hopefully next year I will have a place to have cake and coffee for family and be done with it.
I am glad I am 30. it feels great, and I am grateful to be alive. I just need less drama at family birthday events.