Year 22* (update w/pics)

So today’s my birthday. Not much planned. Just hanging out with the hubby and maybe a few friends. We might go out for some beers. I don’t know. People at work I guess thought I was older than 22. They all sounded so surprised and said, I thought you were older than that. I think its just because Chris is older. The way I act sometimes, I’m surprised. I know I don’t look that old. I’m sure today will be a good day.

*This entry is filled heavily with pictures.

Splendid time. I really had an awesome birthday. For the first time since I’ve turned 18. I always get super excited about my birthday a week in advance, and by the time it comes I’m depressed because no one calls, or remembers, and I never do anything or make any plans. Thats such a harsh feeling. But I know its not because people don’t like me, its because we’re adults now, and birthdays are so over dramatized as kids. I think when we grow up we start realizing that nothing will ever be the same as it was when we were kids. But everyone just wants to grow up, until we get there. Then some of us start running backwards trying to grasp onto the past, and have that feeling we had when we were younger. Everything is new and fresh, and seen with interest. Some people take this too far, thus forty two year old women wearing miniskirts I don’t even try to wear. But in such a transitional time as the late teens and early twenties, your in that middle ground of trying to prove you’ve grown up, and still hang on to your childhood. I’ll admit I can be a major teeny bopper sometimes. Everyone wants to feel like they mean something to the world, and what better day to feel important than the day that God blessed the earth with you. I happen about a picture tonight of my dad and Chris’s great niece Sandra from our wedding. Its so ironic, the two things I want most and don’t have are in that picture. One is a relationship with my dad who I love and cherish, and the other is a child of our own. To think how happy my dad was when I was born. Twenty two years ago, at 7:42p.m my father snatched me from the nurses arms, and ran into the waiting room, with tears of joy in his eyes, and showed his parents. When I heard that story from my mom ( and anyone who knows her, knows she’s a nazi for honesty) I really didnt believe it. But now, as I wait for a child of  my own, I totally understand how true it is. Which bring back to my point about birthdays. Its hard for another birthday to live up to that memory. I feel so special just thinking about it. My day of birth will always be the best birthday, because its the day that I was born, and someone wanted me so much, they were willing to go through the pain.

Sheena and I hung out in the morning for a while, and then I took her to work. Yesterday I went and got my eyebrows waxed. Or as they say in the south, I got my eyebrows did. I did my hair just because I wanted to look pretty. So I did an up flip curl, and then spiral tendrils all around. It looked fabulous, and I’m thinking of getting a loose spiral perm in a few months. I’ve been thinking about it for a while. I love my long hair, but its too hard to style when its straight. At least with curls I’ll be able to gel it, or work with it in some way, so it won’t just hang there. I hate hair that hangs. Shorter hair is definately easier for me to take care of.  I got my gift from Jess and Sandra, which is a comestic box, that’s decorative and opens up into a spilt level cosmetic holder. It’s slim pickings, and I’ll have to work on filling it up. I need new makeup desperately. Then Chris came home with a white bag and red tissue. It was my present. Ripping through the paper like a kid on Christmas I find a small, long box wrapped in heart wrapping paper. Opening the white box I find yet another box, this one dark blue with gold trim. Jewelery I know now for sure. Every girl can spot a jewelery bag from a mile away. It’s something about the bag. So perfectly stuffed, with just the right amount of tissue, the bag itsself seems to sparkle in the light. And probably the look of pride on the man’s face gives it away too. It’s a bracelet. White gold, with pink topaz gems, accented with diamond chips. And those were my gifts. I don’t need alot and the people most important to me, got me something.

After Sheena and Vince got home from work they hung out for a bit and left to shower and change. I ended up taking a nap for a few hours. Woke up got ready and left to Rafferty’s. I really wanted birthday cake but all day Chris kept telling me we would get it later. I was getting a little sad becuase I haven’t had a birthday cake in years. Well Vince and Sheena met us at Rafferty’s and Chris told me to hurry inside and grab a table on the deck. Well they spent forever inside and I knew something was going on, but I ordered the beers anyway. After about 10 minutes Sheena came out and sat with me. I see Chris and Vince outside and I’m thinking what the hell are they doing? They drive off and in about another 10 minutes, they come back. Appearently they got me a cake but the cake plate is plastic and so flimsy the cake fell, but they caught it. So they kept that one, and went back to get another. I totally saw the cake too when they came back. SO obvious. But I loved it. Even the fact that my husband is so unromantic, and he was going through all these steps to be mysterious and surprise me, and just to make me happy. That made me happier than anything else today. Then Melanie, Chris, Vince, Sheena, Monique, and Mike, all sang happy birthday to me, which was sweet because we don’t sing for birthdays at Rafferty’s. Embrassing but sweet. And I blew out all the candles in one breath. Monique wants lessons. So we ate cake, and drank beer, and had a wonderful time, and I’m happy. Today was a good day, one of the best I’ve had in a long time.

In fact we are already planning a Fourth of July BBQ & Fireworks get together. I don’t call it a party, because there won’t be hard alcohol (stupid to use when blowing things up) or music, and crowds of people with no respect towards furniture. We are thinking of cooking BBQ chicken, or ribs, with baked beans, and sweet corn. Served on American decorated paper plates, and plastic cups. Easy clean up, its a bbq not a formal dinner. The idea is to have some friends come over and eat, bring your own fireworks, maybe have a few beers, and watch the mens blow things up. We figured we’re going to pay for dinner and beer, each person/couple can bring some fireworks and we can put it in one pile and go crazy. I’m hoping for Vince and Sheena, Melanie and Jeremy, Amelia and Brandon, Brian, and TK to come. It will be our last Fourth with Brian since he’s moving and I’d like to make it big. I’m starting to plan this now, since its a bigger plan, and I want people to come.

Now if you made it through all that, and inspiring I might add, you have reached what you wanted to see. My birthday pictures. Cheers to 22 years of life, and cheers to good times, good friends, and good people.

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The comestic box

The bracelet

The cake

Keep it lit!

 Gorgeous

And yummy too!
 

Sheena and Vince ( I did the best job ever!)

Adorable!

Barf, its so cute!

Mike ( he is the sweestest guy ever, and an awesome friend)

Posing!

The couples

The boys were getting goofy

Vince decided retarded faces were nessessary. I love him for it though, because it creates personality and memories.

Bunny ears, haha

Birthday fun with Chris

Tasting the cake

A rare smile from Chris

We are so stupid with love

Another rarity, Chris smiling with teeth showing

Birthday girl’s kiss

Thanks for the cake in my face babe

Taste it hun!

What? Its good

Come on, taste it!

Oh I’ll get you

Why you feeding yourself Heather?

Yummy stuff man

I never did get any cake on him. We left the cake with the staff, and told them to enjoy. Everyone loves birthday cake, but it’s only good on a birthday. The magic of the birthday cake.