Another year down...

Yesterday was my birthday.  I turned the big 3-7, which sounds a lot more than 36 for some reason.  I have never really cared much about my age before, but as I creep towards 40, it kind of freaks me out a little bit.

Let me tell you something really pathetic, though.

I dreaded my birthday this year.  The week before my birthday, I was in a terrible funk over it.  I didn't mention it to anyone, because I felt like it was really childish.   It's like once I turned 30, my birthdays became total bummers.  And I felt like this year would be the same... I mean, I'm not an attention whore by any means (I don't think so anyway), but I just wished someone would make a fuss over me.  And I just knew that wouldn't happen.  My husband is notorious for not making a big deal of my birthday (to put it nicely LOL) and after cutting out two of my closest friends, I really figured I'd have a big ol' "Nobody loves me" pity party.  (I told you it was childish)  And I'm not even CLOSE to my 37 lb weight loss goal. I knew weeks ago it wouldn't happen, but it was still a let down.  It took me a few days to come to terms with all of that and I just tried to expect another day like any other and not be disappointed. 

But you know what?  It was an awesome day.

I got a few little presents that were very thoughtful.  I don't expect gifts, and I really don't like gifts for gift-giving's sake, if you know what I mean.  You know, those generic little "I felt like I should get you something, but really don't want to think about it" kind of gifts.  But I genuinely loved everything.


I can never have too many sock monkeys


We called this a voodoo doll, but it might actually be more like a worry doll or something, but whatever you call it, it is seriously awesome.  I'd put it on my keys but I'm afraid it will fall apart.


My first birthday cake from my husband, who knows better than to bring home a whole cake.  It came with a tiny spork.  I think the spork was the best part. I dropped several hints that a metal spork would make an excellent Christmas present.  (Seriously.  I'm not being snarky.  I have a thing for sporks)


Flowers.  Zoe insisted.  And Bill knew I liked these better than the pink roses Zoe picked out.


And to finish off the day, my brother-in-law watched the girls so I could have the night off to go play Pokeno.  My sister made me an apple spice cake with cinnamon cream cheese icing and everyone sang Happy Birthday to me.  I felt a little emotional for a minute.  Because, you know, I expected a day where I'd get maybe a few "Happy Birthdays", ending with me feeling a little lonely and sad.  Instead I felt so much love ALL DAY LONG. 

I never even realized my parents forgot to call me.  Ha!  I am in no way upset about that... they've had a really hectic week - my Mom had back surgery on Monday - so I totally understand.  I just laughed about it when my Dad called me today, because it just was funny to me.