Friday the Thirteenth...AKA, my 35th Birthday

Me (age 9), my sister Marisa (age 5), and an old friend.

My birthday is August 13 and this year it happens to fall on a Friday. Yay. It's going to be 9,000 degrees outside, David has to work, and there is an important activity at church that we shouldn't miss. So, maybe it works out for the better, I won't celebrate until Saturday anyway. Hopefully I won't have to face any black cats, ladders or broken mirrors, and I never watch horror flicks. I'm not superstitious. I'll just go about my business, and ignore the fact that I'm on the downside of the 30's. Forty is only a day away.

I doubt I'll be surprised by anything. My sweet husband is HORRIBLE at surprising me. This year he thought he did it. He went online and ordered a book for me. He printed the receipt and put it on the desk, right in my view. Swell. (For Christmas one year, he bought me a digital camera, then left it in the store bag and hung it on the coat rack, as if I wouldn't ever put my coat away and wonder what this bag was for. Geesh).

Anything will be better than last year. We were still staying in the Navy Lodge waiting to get into our new home in Virginia. It was a long, humid day of trying to have fun, but nothing worked out quite well. I started singing "it's my party and I'll cry if I want to"...

me (far left) and my friends in Clovis, NM, (age 13 or 14)

I am having myself a little party though, on Thursday. I'm inviting 8 seventeen year old girls to my house for a slumber party. The youth wanted to get together for a slumber party and I opened my mouth and volunteered my house. (As their leader, I have alterior motives of course. They'll have to answer to me on their personal progress goals! ) Well, it should be fun, but I hope they don't remember that's it's my birthday in the wee hours of Friday the Thirteenth, there's no telling what these girls are capable of cooking up.

Me and my sisters, July 1994 (1 month shy of my 19th birthday)

Me and my friend Melodee, Yokosuka, Japan, my 30th birthday

If I'm still a functioning adult after this weekend, I'll post the updates on the Slumber party, the meteor shower I'm showing the kids and young women, the dreaded Friday the 13th, and my turning 35.