Yesterday was my First 29th Birthday. It was a pretty wonderful day, shadowed only by the fact that next year will be my *ahem* second 29th birthday. I have extraordinary friends who made my day. My birthday isn’t really a “day”, it’s a weekend. Here’s all the details:
Saturday, I had what I refer to as “the mean reds” (thanks Holly Golightly and Breakfast At Tiffany’s). I was just melancholy — I think it was about where I’m at in my life. I hate being in limbo. And right now, I’m doing nothing but waiting. Waiting to graduate. Waiting to move. Waiting to start bar study programs. Waiting to take the bar. Waiting to get results from the bar. Waiting to find a job. Waiting to start the job. Etc., etc. I’m not quite ready to move on and I’m not quite ready to get on with it. I’m in limbo. So, Brando said, “Why don’t we go home this weekend?”
Now, I don’t go home a lot. It takes a lot of work, mentally and physically, to go home again. It’s hard to plan ahead and cram all the work into the week so that I have the weekend free. But, I looked around the apartment at a bunch of packed boxes waiting to be moved and I thought, “That is exactly what I need.” I called my mom and told her we were coming home for an impromptu 24 hour trip which would include, among other things: Smith’s happy face cookies, Dewar’s Peppermint Ice Milk, and El Sombrero Salsa.
She did not disappoint. She even managed to cram Rusty’s Pizza into the mix AND a champagne cake for the family. Here’s a pic of how prepared my mom is. I mean, WHO has the “29″ candle on hand besides my mother?!?
In addition to all that goodness, my mom got me some stuff for the house, and put a “birthday surprise” (her words) in my school bag so I would have something to find and open on my birthday. She is the world’s greatest mother. She has spoiled me on birthdays forever; as children, we had the BEST birthdays and she continues that into adulthood, no matter how old we get. And I love her for that. It just isn’t my birthday without celebrating with her.
On Monday, I did some homework, went to school and got a crazy amount of bday wishes via facebook, e-mail and phone (THANKS!). Then, at school, the greatest thing ever happened to me. My friend Christine gave me a present and then pulled out THIS:
Now, I don’t know if you’ve ever had Sprinkles Cupcakes, but they have gotten Christine and I through a LOT of rough times. It turns out law school is a lot like kindergarten and you get cupcakes at school on your birthday. Here’s what was inside, and what was left after I tasted each one:
I’m sending Christine the bill for the new wardrobe I will have to get due to this birthday surprise.
Then, my husband took me to dinner, got me some gifts and before I knew it my birthday was over. But it isn’t really because there is still celebrating to be done with my brother.
But, as for today, it’s back to work as usual….
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