This is how I feel right now. Except for me, it's just been this week that has been a blur. The first official week of being 40 years old and I have been greeted with:
*A cold and other ailments that are still lingering. My throat started hurting last Friday (my actual birthday) accompanied with cramps. The cramps are gone, but the blowing of my nose every 5 minutes lives on....
*A brochure in the mail from John Muir Hospital that read, "Problem With Bladder Leaks?" No, but I am having a problem with the mailing lists I have been put on.
*North Korea possibly trying to start WW3 - I will always remember my 40th birthday with this current event
Well, at least I got to spend last weekend celebrating my 40th birthday on the coast with my family (official blog pending). Then I came home and stayed in bed, away from work, for two days. When I told my mom this, she reminded me I get this type of flexibility in the workplace because I work for the Government. I gotta admit- working for the State has its perks. It doesn't always suck.
I arose on Wednesday to go to work for a couple of hours and still felt light headed. Later on that night I met up with some friends from dance class to have another 40th celebration dinner. I requested garlic mashed potatoes from the chef and he did not disappoint:
After dinner, Tati insisted on putting all forty candles on the cake Peggy made me. Someone call the fire department:
Tati also made me a birthday hat. I know you can't tell from this picture, but the hat has a kitty on it and it reads my 40 year old birth announcement: IT'S A GIRL!
So nice of them to whip up a dinner for me so close to Thanksgiving. I was surprised that people were around during the holidays. I also received scented candles from Newman, chocolate from Tom and Rachel and flowers from Tati/David & Cynthia:
And that was my Thanksgiving EVE...
On Thanksgiving Thursday, I picked up my 86 year old grandma (who lives 20 minutes from me) and we ventured
After being in the car for about an hour and 15 minutes we arrived.
I love teenagers. I wish I still was one. They are like cats. You have to let them come to you. Here kitty kitty kitty:
After our bellies were full and our conversations were satisfied, my grandmother and I headed out of
I woke up this morning and started blowing my nose again. I haven't lifted a finger all day. Well, except to type this.