It's not a birthday I was really wanting to celebrate. Forty sounds...old. Forty is the new thirty - blah, blah, blah. I know it's not old - really, but I don't like the sound of it anyway. Especially since I had been teased by my mom about turning that number. UGH! I "celebrated" a day early with my mom, brother, sister-in-law, 2 of my kids and my aunt by going to linner (late lunch + early dinner = linner). It was fun - the food was great as usual and the company was even better. Still, I didn't want to be reminded of what the next day would bring.
I woke up the next day to go to work. It's Monday. It's the anniversary of my birth. Oh yeah, did I mention it was MONDAY??
After turning off my alarm, the first thing I notice is a text from my Army son telling me "Happy bday mom". (By the way, that's all I got from him that day - no call, just a text. That kinda hurt, but he seems to be doing that lately. He got married last week and didn't let me, or anyone else in our family, know. I had to ask him....but that's another story. In his defense, he did buy me a TV for said "bday" and sent it to me a few weeks ago.)
Next, my daughter walks in my room and wishes me a happy birthday. I was just wishing I could skip the day, go back to sleep and start over the next day.
I proceed to check Facebook, because what else do you do when you wake up & go to the bathroom? I had all kinds of notifications from people wishing me a happy birthday. This continued throughout the day. I have to say, this made my heart smile. It's nice to know that so many people took a small bit of time out of their day to wish me a happy birthday, even if it is on social media.
I got to work; my co-workers wish me a happy birthday. Then, that afternoon, crapola hit the fan. My boss, who I really, really, really like, was let go. Fired. Terminated. Told 'your services are no longer needed'. Our (my work family) world was flipped upside down. Watching him walk out of our office, escorted by the HR rep. was very hard to do. It brought tears to my eyes. Then, we get an email announcing his 'last day' and who was going to be over our department. Needless to say, this was a bit of a shock that I didn't need on this day of entering my fourth decade.
On my way home, I called one of my best friend's from high school back. He had left a very funny voice mail for me wishing me a happy birthday after taking a few pot shots at the fact that I am 2 months older than him. MSDY has always been able to make me smile, no matter the situation. It's one of the reasons I love him. Plus, he's a smart ass like me.
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| My best friend thinks this is funny! |
I get home after a crap-filled work day to the wonderful smell of a roast cooking. My other half is a wonderful cook and I'm so lucky that he cooks most of the time. One less thing I have to worry about after working all day. One more reason I love him so.
Previously, I had decided that I was going to get my tragus pierced for my birthday. Circumstances occurred that didn't allow me to have it done the weekend before my birthday. I was determined that I was doing it ON my...birthday. So, after dinner, K and I went to get my piercing. He insisted we go to HTC, which is where he got 2 of his piercings done. I researched them and the piercers. Everything I read was positive. Plus, I typically do what K asks/tells, so there wasn't much room for debate - I trust him with stuff like this.
We decided to go to their uptown location because it was closer to home. The closer we got, the more butterflies I got. I didn't really understand why because I have both of my ears pierced 4 times on each side, one of which is the cartilage in my upper ear, better known as the helix. I've been told that the tragus hurts like hell and that it doesn't hurt a bit. It wasn't the pain I was worried about. Its was that I was doing something unfamiliar. I have never gone to a piercing parlor to get my piercings; it's always been done at a earing store with a piercing gun. This was something new and I didn't know what to expect.
We get there and a couple is leaving and no one else but the piercer (Richard) is in the store. He has me fill out their form, show ID and he showed me the jewelry. He briefly told me how the piercing works & that he'd go over it more in detail. The first thing he noticed is that I had turquoise earring in, so he asked if I wanted to stay with the turquoise. After asking if it was real & him confirming it is real turquoise, I said sure. He showed me 2 studs and suggested the smaller one because my tragus is small. I was hesitant on it but he assured me that after I got the piercing, if I didn't like it, he would swap it out for the larger stud. Richard took us in the back & explained everything he was going to do before hand and during the procedure. Everything was so clean & sterile. It didn't hurt a bit. I had questions about another piercing I'm thinking of getting & Richard explained why he doesn't recommend it. Thanks to him, I won't be getting that piercing, but a different one instead. I was very impressed with the store. More importantly, K & I were impressed with Richard. He even took the time to talk to us about our daughter's piercings & told us to bring her in so he can 'set her straight' about her gauging up too quickly. Richard rocks. I love my new piercing.
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| My new piercing. |
The big four-oh hasn't been so bad so far. Here's to a great year ahead!
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