35

Tuesday was my birthday... I turned 35. I heard from many friends that 35 would be a killer, one of looking at your life and bemoaning what you have yet to accomplish. I am happy to say that I have had very little of that. Yes, I am not where I thought I would be when I was 16 but it is ok... I would love to be married with kids but I have time yet and I have a great job and a few priceless friends that I would not change for the world.

Enough about that. The birthday was wonderful. My mother, father, and I spent the morning at the kitchen table with dogs running around while we read wonderful books. When Dad went off to take a nap, my mother and I went shopping. With Dad having surgery, birthday shopping was not in the cards. She felt guilty, I was ok with it. So off we went... I decided that I wanted a watch and we found a beautiful citizen with a couple of diamonds around the edge. When we got home, we found that my sisters and my youngest brother had arrived. The middle brother was on the way. Dinner was the usual raucaus fun affair with lots of laughs and good food. Helen made chocolate chip pumpkin shaped cakes that were delicous and they gave me a bag full of fun- the final 3 books in the Twighlight series, the latest book in the Inkheart series, and a book about Peter Pan by Dave Barry/ Ridley Pearson plus a fun picture of a frog taking a bulldog's picture...