It was the best of times, it was the worst of times

Ok not really, but I was feeling melodramatic

Well it was my 29th (the first one I might add) birthday today. What a strange day. We had breakfast with friends (whom I have told my birth date before), but no one remembered to say happy birthday. Now mind you I am not real big on the restaurant singing thing or anyone making a huge deal, but it was still weird.

When we got home Scott offered me a present now or later, so of course I said now (why delay gratification). I should note I have been pining for a stand mixer for months now so I had my hopes up. Scott came down stairs with a wrapped box (unusual if you know Scott). It seemed very light so I was trying not to be disappointed. Well I opened it and it was a little tykes mixer – Scott wanted to make sure he got the right color so he brought me a “model” so I would know what my real gift was. He is so cute. Happy day – I got a black kitchen aid stand mixer with bowl-lift So now I am ready to bake/mix.

I have previously decided to make my favorite childhood dinner for my birthday (because I like it and to keep Grandma Blomquist from taking us out – another blog entirely) – pork chops and dumpling. I announced dinner was ready and everyone disappeared (except Scott who had Chanler sleeping on him) It was so bizarre. Grandma B when up stairs and my mom went to her car for something. I was left sitting alone at the table with steaming food. Not much of a celebratory dinner when everyone vamooses. Oh well – they showed up eventually and we did have a nice time.

I did manage to feel very akward and say the wrong thing about presents when my mom and grandma were there – Grandma didn’t realize it was my birthday and felt bad that she had forgotten. My mom got me an amazing gift (a weekend getaway to the Bodega Bay Lodge and Spa) but I didn’t want to let grandma know how big it really was because she would just feel more guilty. So I hope I didn’t hurt my mom’s feelings – I really am looking forward to an amazing weekend.

So it was a strange day, a good day, but not a really great day.

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