Moving Boxes

Greetings from the other side of 35.

Yeesh.

Yes, it's official. I can no longer, in good conscience, put a check beside the 25-34 box on the most basic of demographic surveys.

Boo-urns.

I didn't even have much of a reprieve from my first earth shattering box click either. Hubs, bless his wonderful soul, got me the pink iPod nano I'd had my eye on for months. I was soooo excited - I'd dreamed of finally getting back into iPod land for eons, but given everything else going on, dropping the cash for a luxury item wasn't in the cards.

And then came my birthday!

So yes, I open the package and there she was, all pink and shiny. Beautiful! I immediately rush to my laptop, plug her in, and begin the synch-ing process. At which point Apple asks me to register my iPod. I of course agree, and am subsequently confronted with the first kick in my old pants - Apple wants to know how old I am.

And there it is. I hover over the 35-44 box and, grudgingly, click.

It's 11:32 am. And so it begins, nary a few waking hours into my day of birth.

What a wonderful weekend though.

Hubs made a totally yummy breakfast of waffles, homemade homefries, scrambled eggs and maple bacon. My good friend L stayed over the night before 'cause we were celebrating Kristine's birthday, and the festivities continued!

Then I got to play with my iPod, received a few phone calls from family and friends, and just lazed around in my pj's for a few hours. Then it was off to Nat's a for a pre-pub pool party!

We actually had decent weather, so it was a real treat to feel the sun on my (now aged) skin.

After a nice soak and some delish appies (Nat does know how to buy some mean finger foods) we returned home for a quick change, then it was off for all you can eat sushi. Which I actually do adore, despite my deep dislike for anything that swims. Good thing there's more to Japanese food than just fish!

Totally stuffed, we caravaned down to the Irish pub for the final round of the evening's festivities. I was delighted to have a wonderful turnout, friends from all different circles and phases of life. Everyone was so generous and kind - for an exceedingly non-religious person, the best word I can think of to describe the feeling of that day was blessed.

Blessed to have a wonderful husband who went out of his way time after time to make sure I had a fantastic day. Blessed to have friends who hosted parties, travelled to the 'burbs from downtown, gave up a Saturday night in the summer to come to celebrate with me. Blessed that those same friends, even though I told them not to, spoiled me rotten with so many gift cards that I can't close my wallet, and other gifts that required both Hubs' and my arms to get them to the car. Blessed that Hubs' mom and sister made the trek to party with us - I truly am so fortunate in the in law department.

Yep - plain ole blessed. And it was an incredible feeling.

I delight in being overwhelmed by the kindness of the people in my life. The friends that I have made, be they long suffering (aka since high school) or relatively new to my fray, and my crunchy-on-the-outside-soft-and-chewy-on-the-inside husband who'd do pretty much anything to make me happy.

How much luckier can a gal get?

Kinda makes moving boxes seem like a pretty petty thing after all.

And that's your daily dash. How's your diva doin'?