I turned 50 last Saturday, June 9th! I bet you were counting down with me. I've finally made my milestone. I've flipped off at least 4 people so far, all drivers of course. I'm dancing and wiggling my ass right now, not that you would know. And don't think for one minute that I would let anyone film this. I have the house to myself right now so only the horde of animals that live with me can actually attest to the fact that I'm making a fool of myself. But, alas, they don't speak English, maybe Russian, but definitely not English. I'm safe.
For Carol's sake - I'm now 9 years, 11 months and 28 days away from turning 60 at which point I will be able to yell at kids to get off my lawn. God, life just gets better and better.
My birthday was actually a pinnacle of birthdays. Beerhound and the girls suck at birthdays but they outdid themselves this year and Carol and Bluebell made the day extra special.
I was treated to a Salon visit to have my hair cut including being served coffee, a scalp massage, and hand massages.
I ate prime rib for dinner - RARE. My heart swoons. Let it moo, I don't care. I love rare prime rib.
Followed by Bananas Foster done right. You could actually taste the rum. Now if they could come up with a Bananas Foster using Honey Tennessee Whiskey, well, there are no words adequate except maybe orgasm.
I went to see Snow White and The Huntsman. If you've been reading our blog for awhile, you'll know how disdainful I am of the Twilight Series. I won't go there except to say I enjoy reading Dr. Seuss more and he's actually a better writer. So I wasn't quite sure if I would enjoy a movie with Kristen Stewart as a leading actress but it was really good. And...., the huntsman was Scottish. Be still my heart. Some of the dwarfs were Scottish and I started lusting after them.
My car was washed, polished and detailed and a new set of seat covers, floor mats and matching steering wheel cover were added, matching the color of my bumper sticker "You can never have too many horses."
I received a straw Tony Lama hat and a replica of Voodoo Child (one of my favorite bulls) from Emma.
A handmade (by Bonnie) silk scarf.
My sister-in-law, the saint, sent me two gift cards for fandango and one gift card from amazon, along with popcorn and four huge candy bars.
A second DVR and cox cable system was added to my room.
And from me to me, my babies:
Yes, sirree, it was a fabulous day.
Now I'm back to figuring out how the hell I got to be fifty. Why do I have still have children living in my house? Why haven't these damn guinea pigs died? How did we end up with another cat? What's the meaning of life? What am I going to do with the rest of my life? Aren't I supposed to be done parenting right now? Are those twitches of arthritis or just my imagination?
Well, holy horse poo, at least I'm done with menopause.