Thirty

That word looks so strange. I'm thirty. It's time to jump up one box on surveys...I'm no longer part of the 20-29 crowd. Thankfully I'm not much of a survey participant, so I won't be reminded often.

Well here's a synopsis of celebration in Bekahland. I stayed up last night until the time of my birth and had a mini-party. Opened the present my sister sent me, had a chocolate chip cookie with 3 candles in it (30 wouldn't fit) and had some sparkling grape juice. And of course - took pictures.

I slept in and woke up shortly before our student worker texted me my first birthday greeting. When I responded and she knew I was awake, I received a phone call from all the girls in my office (the boys weren't invited, I guess) singing to me on speakerphone. Then I watched some lady on TLC do a very poor job of a water birth. (I'm not being judgmental - they took her out of the water because of the quality of birthing performance.)

I mostly lounged today - caught up on all kinds of shows I never get to see. Matlock, Ellen, Dharma and Greg, Little House, A Baby Story. I went to Wal Mart to develop some pictures only to find out the machine was going through "routine maintenance." (In the middle of a Wednesday???) But I'm 30 now, so I smiled (kind but insincere...but hey, it's a step!) and said "That's okay, I'll just come back to pick them up another time!" For this I went out in the rain? I went to Tree of Life for my free birthday drink...which they no longer do. So I paid for my birthday drink and came home to drink it.

And then it was time to get ready for the party. I pulled out the new dress and ironed it. 30 year olds should iron dresses. I donned the festive new jewelry my sister gave me, redid the hair and makeup and headed for the party. It was so much FUN!! Such a Bekah party. They had the guests make scrapbook pages and one of my gifts was a scrapbook (EEEEEEEEE!!!!). I got so many fun presents, and I'll have pictures.

I was sitting in a chair talking when Liam (he was referenced in Sunday's "Bits" post) came flying through the room, arms outstretched and said, "MOMMY!!!!!" I said, "I am not your Mommy, but I'll take a hug anyway!"

The party was fun, the food was super, the Idol results were FABULOUS, although I'll sorely miss Syesha, and I came home to a BOX on my porch. I love that. I stopped the car, grabbed the box and it said FLOWERS on it. I was so excited! I've always thought that to have flowers delivered in a box to your porch means you've arrived. I ripped into the box and found the most GORGEOUS roses from Christina. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU again, Christina! I took pictures and I'll post them - you know - whenever Wal Mart is done maintaining their machines.

So the day is crowned a success. Thank you to everyone for well wishes, emails, cards, texts, gifts, flowers, balloons, parties, calls, singing, the whole nine yards.

Now I'm going to go clean up cat yammy. I love being 30.