Another year older ...

Well, I am officially another year older.

I have learned to embarace my thirties completely.

I did not want to turn thirty truthfully.  I wanted to remain in my twenties.

Twenties meant that I was still youthful.

Thirties meant that I was no longer ... well ... no longer young.

But I have learned that this is so untrue. I am still as silly, fun loving, crazy, snort when I laugh kind of girl that I was when I was twenty. But now that I am in my thirties ... I can be all of those things as a real "grown up".

I have to say though ... I have learned alot over the past few years.

Marriage and friendship ...

Two big things in someones life.

Right ???

Friendship ... as one gets older you do not have all those "bestfriend" that you had in higschool and junior high. You know what I mean ... every week you added someone else to your "bestfriend" list. In college you had you party girls and could never imagine life without them. As the years went on ... so did peoples lives; kids came into the picture, careers took charge, everyone moved in different directions. Before you even knew it ... you are suddenly keeping in touch once a year with a Christmas card. Which sucks.  But ... every friend comes into your life for a reason.  Some are there to teach you a lesson.  Some are there to hold your hair back as you are puking your brains out from all the shots you did at the bar.  Some are there for a brief moment to show you something.  And then ... there are those that are gonna be there no matter how many miles are between you and no matter how many days it had been since you last talked on the phone.

Marriage ... no one told me that it would be so much work at times. Clint and I have been together for 14 years this September 30th and married for 12 this September 23rd. We have pushed one anothers buttons daily for the past 14 years. But somehow ... some way ... over this past few years ... with everything that has been thrown in our direction ... we have became closer than I ever thought possibe. He makes me smile. I get goose bumps when he holds my hand. I smile just by simply thinking about him. He is my soul mate and I can not imagine life without him.  He is ... simply wonderful. I love him with all my heart.  Without him ... there is no me.

So basically what have we learned today boys and girls???


Getting older sucks ... no matter how wise I get through the years.

Instead of buying me some expensive present ... that I would just probably regift ... just vote for my blog instead and we will call it a day.

I don't feel very well ...

I am not sure how we did it ... but we went ALL year without the flu hitting our house.  We made it OVER 13 months with no flu.  Yes ... that's right ... 13 MONTHS!

Sure ... we had the tummy ache or head ache or ittybitty unexplained fever here or there ... but nothing that lasted more than 24 hours.

AND ... might I add ... we DID NOT do the flu shot in our house.  We did it one year ... and the kids were as sick as ever that year ... so I have never taken them back to get one.

To each their own ... don't judge me.

So ... once April rolled around ... I have to admit ... I thought I was scott-free on the whole flu thing.

WRONG!!!

Until ... last Saturday ...

When it hit Harleigh like a ton of bricks.

Well ... let me back up.

Last Friday was my ... birrrrr ...

Birrrr ...

Birthhhhhhhh ...

Last Friday was my birthday special day.

So ... my Mom decided to tempt fate ... and take the kids to a motel in Lawrence for the evening (along with a movie, pizza and swimming) ... and Clint and I could enjoy some "adult rated X alone time" for my birthday special day at our house.

To get the "full effect" of what I mean by my Mom "tempting fate" ... you really need to read this blog post  and this blog post.  Once you read these two blog post ... you will understand where I am coming from.

Go ahead ...

Read them ...

I will wait ...

*insert elevator music here*

Now ... back to this blog ...

Saturday morning ... I had a gut feeling that Harleigh was not feeling so well.

Call me crazy ... but after I caught her laying down on the floor with her eyes closed moments before we left for Eythen's soccer game ... I thought something was up.  Not to mention her red cheeks, sick looking eyes and pale complexion were some suttle hints as well.

But ... she INSISTED that she was fine.

So ... we rolled along.

As the afternoon rolled on ... Harleigh began to look more and more "icky".  She kept telling us she was ok ... and my Mom said that if she started to act sick ... she would call me to come and get her.

I knew moments after they pulled out of the driveway ... we would be getting a phone call.

Sure enough ... 7:00 at night ... Clint's cellphone rang ... and Harleigh wanted her Mommy because she did not feel good.

We brought her home, rented her some movies, got her Sprite, gave her some Tylenol and tucked her in nice and tight for the night.

That was until she was suddenly standng at the top of the stairs ...

Looking down at me ...

Nearly in tears ...

Telling me that she did not feel good.

*Harleigh takes off running to the bathroom

*Mommy takes off running after her up the stairs

*Harleigh is leaning over the toilet as Mommy gets to the top of the stairs

*Mommy enters the bathroom just in time to witness a full view of Harleigh puking in the toilet

*Mommy walks towards Harleigh to comfort her

*Harleigh pukes again

*Smell makes contact with Mommy's nose

*Mommy begins to gag

*Mommy gags again

*Mommy runs out of the bathroom trying not to puke herself while announcing that she is gonna puke

*Daddy is downstairs laughing at Mommy

*Mommy gags again

*Daddy hears Mommy gagging in the hallway and laughes even harder

*Mommy calls Daddy a bastered under her breath

*Mommy covers her nose with her shirt and goes back into the battle zone

*Harleigh pukes just as Mommy is about to flush the toilet

*Puke splashes up on Mommy

*Mommy gags again

*Mommy can hear Daddy laughing at her clear down the stairs

*Mommy calls Daddy a bastered under her breath

*Daddy comes up the steps with a cup of water for Harleigh, puts his shirt over his nose, reaches arm as far as he can into the bathroom without physically ENTERING the bathroom and sits cup of water on the bathroom sink

*Daddy looks at Mommy gagging in the bathroom and chuckles

*Daddy heads down the stairs

*Mommy calls Daddy a bastered again under her breath

*Mommy sits on the bathroom floor with Harleigh until the puking is done

Two things we have learned ...
1.  My Mom should never plan on taking the kids to a motel ever again.
2.  Puking stinks.  Literally.

Another year wiser ...

Oh crap!

I am another year older ...

Officially ...

Today ...

*sigh*.

I was NOT looking forward to turning "this number".

AT. ALL.

And NO I am not telling you my age.  Not a chance.  Not even if the fat lady sings, hell freezes over or pigs fly.  We will just say ... that I have been turning 29 ... for the past few years now.

I honestly wanted to skip this day all together and pretend like it never happened.

But since my husband will not let me forget ...

And my children were brainwashed years ago into thinking that I am actually 4 years younger than I actually am ...

Then I will have to go along with it.

*sigh*

And celebrate my birrrr ...

birthhhhhh ...

*cough*

birthhhhhh ...

*cough again*

Birthday!!!

There ... I said it!!!

BIRTHDAY!!!

So I will celebrate a day that means I am that much closer to crows feet wrinkles, botox, body parts going south ...and staying south, lossing my memory, my "eggs" drying up, loss of bladder control, hot flashes, hearing aids, loosing all ability to burn any calories by just sitting and watching tv because my metabolism is shot, menopause, osteoporosis, gray hair, constipation ...

What were we talking about?!?!?

SH*T!!!

See!!!

My memory is already vanishing right before your very eyes ... and all I have done today is get out of bed and take the kids to school.

By 3:00 I might be sitting in the corner with drool coming out of my mouth ...