Thursday, April 30, 2009
BTW...
As an aside, I'd like to also mention that on the day before my birthday, I was at the doctor's office for a follow-up about my torn plantar fascia. Here's the equation: still sore + cortisone shot + Blanca holding my hand because I was nervous = Immediate relief!! Look out, Chrisinator! Stephanie's back!!
Aging gracefully?
Turning pages. Turn circles. Milk turns. Meat turns. Turn, turn, turn. I turned 40 one week ago. (Write "turn" enough times and the word itself turns weird) Anyway, the big 4-0! Great milestone in anyone's life. It seemed REALLY faraway when I was 20! Where did 20 years go so fast?!? It seems to me that age is a strange and wonderous creature. We can't wait for some ages and really don't look forward to others. Remember turning 16? How about 18 or 21? (My husband is old enough to remember being "legal" twice: when he turned 18 he could drink, back in the day. Then the legal drinking age was raised to 21 when he turned 21. Coincidence?)
When Bobby surprised me for my 30th with sneaking my family in from Dallas and having a fabulous dinner at a now-defunct Chinese restaurant, I didn't "feel" 30. Whatever that means. I still felt the same as I did in high school, except that now I had a career to keep up with and not just math homework. We didn't have children when I was 30. Telling, don't you think? Was I waiting for maturity or merely procrastinating? God blessed us with Evan after celebrating my 33rd.
What's funny to me is, I've been told numerous times that I don't "look" my age. Cool. (I know I don't act my age--haha.) I'm a shoe-in for those "Guess Your Age" games at carnivals. They NEVER guess it right! "Score 1 for the lady and a pick of any of the small stuffed animals." When the big day was looming closer, Bobby surprised me AGAIN, this time recruiting 2 of my very best girlfriends to help. He knew I didn't want a big party (Sweet 16 being the fiasco that it was). Instead he helped them plan a trip. HE ROCKS!! He got my sister and mom in on it, too!
I was told to pack for the weekend and be ready by noon on the 24th. Dinner that night was at Joe T. Garcia's in Ft. Worth. My mom & sis were already seated so when I walked in? Cue squealing, laughing and a few happy tears. Saturday we went to the horseraces followed by shopping. Sunday was an easy-does-it approach back to the "real world." THE BEST 40th EVER!!
I can hardly wait until it dawns on the Pope side that this year was the 11th anniversary of my 29th bday! Dave & Carol NEVER remember when my birthday is much less how old I am even after 20 years of knowing them. Mary will probably make a show of pouting/"why didn't you tell me?" whiny-ness. (Because telling only works when you're 6. NOT 40.) Muah-ah-ah-ah !! Cue the mad scientist laughter with organ music!
p.s. I've already started planning the friends' 40th! Woo Hoo! Won't they be surprised?
When Bobby surprised me for my 30th with sneaking my family in from Dallas and having a fabulous dinner at a now-defunct Chinese restaurant, I didn't "feel" 30. Whatever that means. I still felt the same as I did in high school, except that now I had a career to keep up with and not just math homework. We didn't have children when I was 30. Telling, don't you think? Was I waiting for maturity or merely procrastinating? God blessed us with Evan after celebrating my 33rd.
What's funny to me is, I've been told numerous times that I don't "look" my age. Cool. (I know I don't act my age--haha.) I'm a shoe-in for those "Guess Your Age" games at carnivals. They NEVER guess it right! "Score 1 for the lady and a pick of any of the small stuffed animals." When the big day was looming closer, Bobby surprised me AGAIN, this time recruiting 2 of my very best girlfriends to help. He knew I didn't want a big party (Sweet 16 being the fiasco that it was). Instead he helped them plan a trip. HE ROCKS!! He got my sister and mom in on it, too!
I was told to pack for the weekend and be ready by noon on the 24th. Dinner that night was at Joe T. Garcia's in Ft. Worth. My mom & sis were already seated so when I walked in? Cue squealing, laughing and a few happy tears. Saturday we went to the horseraces followed by shopping. Sunday was an easy-does-it approach back to the "real world." THE BEST 40th EVER!!
I can hardly wait until it dawns on the Pope side that this year was the 11th anniversary of my 29th bday! Dave & Carol NEVER remember when my birthday is much less how old I am even after 20 years of knowing them. Mary will probably make a show of pouting/"why didn't you tell me?" whiny-ness. (Because telling only works when you're 6. NOT 40.) Muah-ah-ah-ah !! Cue the mad scientist laughter with organ music!
p.s. I've already started planning the friends' 40th! Woo Hoo! Won't they be surprised?
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