Showing posts with label Jana. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jana. Show all posts

Saturday, April 14, 2012

The Big 4-0!

Unbelievable to me. 40! Just doesn't seem possible. For the most part, I feel the same as I did at 20 and 30. I credit exercise for that. The mirror definitely lets me know that I am getting older though. Gray hair and face wrinkles. Yikes!

Although I had no desire to turn 40, it turned out to be a GREAT birthday.
My birthday was on a Saturday and we had to attend the wedding of our friend and neighbor, Chris. Because of this, we celebrated on Friday evening. Steve surprised me with a Kindle Fire. We went out for Mexican food and had ice cream cake from Cold Stone at home.

The wedding was also a lot of fun. The whole family got on the dance floor together. Good times and good memories.







Tuesday, January 11, 2011

How can it be my birthday again???



When you are a kid, you look forward to it. You hope and pray that there isn't a snow storm coming that is going to delay your party (not that that ever happened). When you are turning 39, not so much. I keep wondering how I can possibly be 39 already. I don't feel 39. Next year is going to be a tough one. I haven't really accepted that fact that I am in my thirties (don't laugh), so forty isn't going to be pretty. Steve doesn't let age bother him. There is a lesson there that I just can't seem to learn.

Despite my lack of enthusiasm about it, my birthday was nice. Since it was a Friday, I worked as usual. After work, we all went out to dinner and then to the mall. Steve took the boys to the Guitar Center while Riley and I browsed a few stores. It was then home for ice cream cake from Cold Stone. Before I blew out the candles, I stopped just a moment to think about what I would wish. Of course, there are things I want, but the things that matter most to me were surrounding me at that very minute. Maybe 39 isn't so bad after all!


Monday, December 27, 2010

New PJs

I know you can't believe I showed up on my own blog right? That is the problem, the photographer rarely makes it into the pictures. Now that I am here, I will give you one guess who picked out my new pajamas.