I’ve come to the realization that I may be having a hard time with 40. As proof of this hard time, let me just say, I originally started this blog on 9/11. Then I retooled it again two weeks ago with a few updates, but still didn’t get it finished. Since three is supposedly an inherently lucky number, I’m trying again, and maybe this time, it will get posted before the end of the day. Last month, I embarked upon a major milestone--the marking of another decade. I turned 40 years old.
Initially, I was leading up to my own massive celebration that was to start 40 days prior to the big day. The idea was to give myself a series of small gifts, not only material things, but time well spent with others, before the big day hit. However, the death of my grandmother, who lived to see the grand age of 100, obliterated the celebration. She will be another blog altogether, just because she deserves that kind of tribute.
But because of her death, my celebration was toned down to just a couple of smaller events.
On the 5th of September, the hubby and I went on a karaoke cruise. Interestingly enough, I had purchased the tickets to this cruise at the beginning of August, and then totally forgot about them until 3pm that afternoon. After a mad scramble, Shanda babysat Ayden and we were off. And we had a great time; I even ran into one of my colleagues who was also celebrating early.
The next week, I stayed with my usual tradition. No birthday celebration would be complete without mentioning the Musketeers and the little brother. This year, I had to celebrate with them in turn instead of together. They were both at Jaspers, but one was on 40-Eve, with my DBBF and the other was a week later. We will rectify that next week for the next birthday.
On the actual day, I took off work. My hubby and son surprised me in the morning with roses. It was so cute when Ayden walked down the hall with a dozen white roses in his hand and said, “Here mommy!” After they left, I crawled back into the bed, woke up late, and got dressed to go meet the DBBF for round 2. The plan was to get up, and recreate the new habit of working out at the gym, possibly throw in a pedicure, spend a little time with my daddy, then have lunch with the DBBF, but that agenda changed. We ended up having a 4-hour lunch which consisted mainly of Milagro margaritas (note to self: find Milagro tequila) and appetizers. Then that evening, my hubby and I attended the open house at my son’s new daycare center. After that, my hubby and I came home, where there was a cake waiting for me. (I have no idea how these items remained in my home without my knowledge.)
Friday, I took off again. My mother-in-law dropped off a cake from my brother-in-law before I left the house. I finally managed to go the salon and get my toes done, where I read my Kindle and had a glass of wine there. Then in the evening, I enjoyed a nice quiet spaghetti dinner with my hubby and son with chocolate cake for dessert.
Saturday, I held class then went to a free makeover with Shanda and Michelle in Waldorf. After that, we went to the Applebees down the street and threw back a few. And as a cap to the evening, we went to a fight party, where my husband managed to produce yet another cake. I tried to leave most of it at the host’s home, but they have been so healthy that no one eats it, so we had a portion of another cake to bring home.
Overall, even though the birthday had to be toned down, I had a good time. Welcome to 40.
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