I should stop kidding myself and just make this an annually updated blog. Every birthday I'll just pop on and let you know that I've survived another year. Since the upcoming day of being another year awesome is approaching on Sunday I figured I'd jump the gun and let you know how I feel about it.
This is the year where I see the number and scream, "whiskey tango foxtrot?!" It's officially the age where I feel much younger than I am. There are days where it seems like I might be three decades older though. Something went down at the mall recently with my 17yo son, Ky, that pretty much made it seem like I should be cruising around endangering the mall going public on a motorized scooter. You decide for yourself...
Me: OMG, why is the music so loud in this store??
Ky: Cheese-n-rice you've gotten old!
Me: I'm only 36.
I'm going to stick to feeling like I'm 27, not 67.
This birthday is going to have to be pretty fab to beat last year's though. I know I already gave you a small look but there is more to it. Things around here are generally pretty funny. Life is too short not to enjoy the little things that make you laugh. Some of you know what my life has been like since Ky invited a certain someone to my party. For those of you who don't, I will show you with one terrifying picture...
I walked in the door, saw that across the room and screamed. At first glance I really thought there was some intruder trying to steal my surprise birthday decorations. In hindsight I'm pretty sure that decorations aren't exactly what someone would break in to steal. Silly me. Anyway, Ky burst into laughter. He was laughing not only because I screamed but because I have a huge amount of dislike for Miss Bella Swan. I'm certain this cardboard version of her has more talent than the real thing. It certainly elicited more emotion from me than the real one. Ok, I'm getting off track. So anyway, what I didn't realize is that Bella was going to become a large part of our lives during the coming year. See, we decided it would be great fun to hide her around the house and scare the crap out of each other. Fun, right? The first time wasn't so funny because it happened to me without my prior knowledge of this little scare game. After the initial little scream (followed by a large amount of words I'd rather not write on this blog) it did turn into a ridiculous amount of fun. Nothing like hearing your teenage son let out a scream at 6am when he pulls back the shower curtain and sees Bella standing there. She has been known to hide in the pantry, just around the bend in the stairs, closets, behind doors, outside peering in windows, pretty much anywhere. We are obviously easily amused over here. That gift keeps on giving and giving and scaring.
Of course I returned the favor on Ky's birthday. Bella brought a date to his party...
Seeing The Bieb hiding around your house is less scary and more creepy. He was quickly relegated to only scaring people in the garage. (I should add that yes, I did decorate Kyler's 17th birthday party with ponies and balloons that said Kyle with a sharpie'd 'R' at the end. I had to keep it classy!)
So what will this birthday bring...? Maybe a guy jumping out of a cake wearing just a bit of frosting and a bow? What I do know is that it will kick off another fabulous year of awesome. Another year to live with passion, adventure, laughter and excitment. Bring it, 37! I have many more years before I'm a little rascal on my Little Rascal.