It's my birthday! It's my birthday! It's my birthday!!!! I'm 34 today... here's a picture of me at exactly my birth minute on my birthdate (I just happen to be up at 6:50 am today...)
See the 34 year old bags under my eyes? Read the post below to figure those out! And for what it's worth... the top is a scrub top and not my preferred choice of clothing... I mean it's big multicolored flowers for christ sake... and pink. Not the fun, flirty kind of pink... the bright florescent kind. But it's comfortable... and required in my job description.
So I spent the day reminding people it was my birthday... fun for me, not as much fun for other peoples... but they all have birthdays too, so they were (seemed) understanding.
My coworkers were gracious and kind enough to buy my lunch for me... Vietnamese food, my very favorite. We all ate lunch together... this was the first time today that I ate too much.
On the way home I had to stop by the grocery store. Our local grocery is famous for it's birthday cakes... I hadn't had a birthday cake yet.... fortunately there were pieces of birthday cake available for just a couple of bucks, so I totally scored one of these and all the glorious sugary icing that was free with the purchase of the cake. (This was the SECOND time I ate too much.)
My last birthday event for the day was meeting up with my girlfriends for dinner. Mark had class until 7pm and wouldn't feel like going out after because he played in the mud all day.
We met up at Olive Garden. The waiter carded me... I had to walk the half mile, in the snow, uphill, back to my car to get my license (hyperbole, it was 67 and Sunny). I fought it, thinking he'd relent... I'm 34 today, after all. He did not.
When I got back Jess and I ordered a pitcher of Sangria. First, I thought that the pitcher of Sangria would be 12ish bucks... it's $20. That's a warning for other Olive Garden goers, cause they don't tell you that when you order it (sneaky bastards.)
The waiter, whose name is either Breeden, Eric, or Keith, took our order. I ordered shrimp caprese and Zuppa Toscana soup (the third/last time I ate too much.) The girls ordered Salad and entrees.
Now, I do realize that the salad is easier to serve than the soup... it's premade, it's in a big bowl.. whatever... but they should come out close to one another. After about 10 minutes the waiter comes back, the girls are done with their salads and I say to him "I think you hate me." He scoffed and asks, why... I tell him it's cause he hasn't brought my soup.
He is like superman at this point running to get my soup. When he gets back with it, I tell him I was just fucking with him... he laughs, acts like he already knew that... but the truth is, he looked like he peed himself when I said it.
Meanwhile, Jess is dousing herself in Sangria. I drank 1 and half generous glasses... she drank the rest... including the weenie glass of Sangria that was left.
Here's proof:
I also have a video(which is fuckin' AWESOME), but am not savvy enough to figure out how to load it. So Jess got tossed and Mere and I laughed our asses off at her. She rules.
This was my birthday day. Weekend celebrations were most excellent... Friday night 6 of my favorite girlfriends took me to a Hibachi grill. The funniest part of that was the very asian guy with a heavy asian accent yelling "Who's your DADDY?" and smacking the steak with his spatula. Only to follow it up with "Say MY NAME! What's MY NAME?!" Freakin' hysterical.
So, 34 has been hard for me. I'm a very goal oriented person. Waiting is not easy for me. I've wanted a baby for as long as I can remember... I thought it would be easier for Mark and I than this... and I really had myself convinced I'd have a successful pregnancy by 34. I failed at this ridiculous goal. And, honestly, part of me feels like I've failed at marriage/life-in-general. When I stop and think about it logically I know better, so none of this "oh, Jenn don't be silly." bullshit, cause I know. Sometimes you can't help that internal voice. I'd yell "FUCK YOU"... but I'd just laugh at that cause it'd be funny.
As hard as 34 has been, I can honestly say this... this has been probably one of my very favorite birthdays. Maybe it's because I had no expectations or desires of fun or presents (though I got awesome diamond earrings from Mark and Mere bought my awesome dinner Friday night!!! ) or maybe it's because I'm getting over myself... who really knows. All I can say is it's been GREAT!!
See the 34 year old bags under my eyes? Read the post below to figure those out! And for what it's worth... the top is a scrub top and not my preferred choice of clothing... I mean it's big multicolored flowers for christ sake... and pink. Not the fun, flirty kind of pink... the bright florescent kind. But it's comfortable... and required in my job description.So I spent the day reminding people it was my birthday... fun for me, not as much fun for other peoples... but they all have birthdays too, so they were (seemed) understanding.
My coworkers were gracious and kind enough to buy my lunch for me... Vietnamese food, my very favorite. We all ate lunch together... this was the first time today that I ate too much.
On the way home I had to stop by the grocery store. Our local grocery is famous for it's birthday cakes... I hadn't had a birthday cake yet.... fortunately there were pieces of birthday cake available for just a couple of bucks, so I totally scored one of these and all the glorious sugary icing that was free with the purchase of the cake. (This was the SECOND time I ate too much.)
My last birthday event for the day was meeting up with my girlfriends for dinner. Mark had class until 7pm and wouldn't feel like going out after because he played in the mud all day.
We met up at Olive Garden. The waiter carded me... I had to walk the half mile, in the snow, uphill, back to my car to get my license (hyperbole, it was 67 and Sunny). I fought it, thinking he'd relent... I'm 34 today, after all. He did not.
When I got back Jess and I ordered a pitcher of Sangria. First, I thought that the pitcher of Sangria would be 12ish bucks... it's $20. That's a warning for other Olive Garden goers, cause they don't tell you that when you order it (sneaky bastards.)
The waiter, whose name is either Breeden, Eric, or Keith, took our order. I ordered shrimp caprese and Zuppa Toscana soup (the third/last time I ate too much.) The girls ordered Salad and entrees.
Now, I do realize that the salad is easier to serve than the soup... it's premade, it's in a big bowl.. whatever... but they should come out close to one another. After about 10 minutes the waiter comes back, the girls are done with their salads and I say to him "I think you hate me." He scoffed and asks, why... I tell him it's cause he hasn't brought my soup.
He is like superman at this point running to get my soup. When he gets back with it, I tell him I was just fucking with him... he laughs, acts like he already knew that... but the truth is, he looked like he peed himself when I said it.
Meanwhile, Jess is dousing herself in Sangria. I drank 1 and half generous glasses... she drank the rest... including the weenie glass of Sangria that was left.
Here's proof:
I also have a video(which is fuckin' AWESOME), but am not savvy enough to figure out how to load it. So Jess got tossed and Mere and I laughed our asses off at her. She rules.This was my birthday day. Weekend celebrations were most excellent... Friday night 6 of my favorite girlfriends took me to a Hibachi grill. The funniest part of that was the very asian guy with a heavy asian accent yelling "Who's your DADDY?" and smacking the steak with his spatula. Only to follow it up with "Say MY NAME! What's MY NAME?!" Freakin' hysterical.
So, 34 has been hard for me. I'm a very goal oriented person. Waiting is not easy for me. I've wanted a baby for as long as I can remember... I thought it would be easier for Mark and I than this... and I really had myself convinced I'd have a successful pregnancy by 34. I failed at this ridiculous goal. And, honestly, part of me feels like I've failed at marriage/life-in-general. When I stop and think about it logically I know better, so none of this "oh, Jenn don't be silly." bullshit, cause I know. Sometimes you can't help that internal voice. I'd yell "FUCK YOU"... but I'd just laugh at that cause it'd be funny.
As hard as 34 has been, I can honestly say this... this has been probably one of my very favorite birthdays. Maybe it's because I had no expectations or desires of fun or presents (though I got awesome diamond earrings from Mark and Mere bought my awesome dinner Friday night!!! ) or maybe it's because I'm getting over myself... who really knows. All I can say is it's been GREAT!!
1 comment:
I don't think failure factors in when you know, it's not in your control. not easy to FEEL and I myself will will consider that I have succeeded at life when I master the whole "knowing the difference" with things I can and can not control.
I am glad your B-day was fun. Olive Garden is rather high on the drinks and their Pomegranate Margarita PALES so much in comparison to the Bonefish Pom margarita it's not even fair to call them the same thing.
I worked with the wife of an Eric Breeden. Just thought that was odd.
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