My Birthday

I am 41. I never thought I would last this long. Seriously, I used to pray that I would make it past 30. I think my Wolff Parkinson White Syndrome thinger really played a big part of that. Something about your heart speeding up to super-human levels and going off into crazy rhythm patterns at random times gives you something of a death fixation.

My birthday was actually kind of wonderful. As I grow older, life is becoming less and less about myself and more about the people around me. Its nice. Its definitely a product of having and and truly caring about my kids. Such a strange thing, this transition of life moving away from myself... god I hope its not a transition to death... slowly losing yourself into oblivion. I chose my own gift this year, it makes it a lot easier on Jen. She kind of stresses out about those kind of things. I chose a nice pan and some silverware....slipping into oblivion. Whatever, I do a lot of cooking around here, and I wanted a nice searing pan... we have all nonstick, and I needed one that could put some crunch on some chicken skin! 

Jen made this awesome cake that she has made for the last couple of years, pineapple on the bottom, cream cheese on the top. Yum. I made lobster rolls and a cold corn salad. My parents stopped over for a tiny bit with half a blueberry cake, that was really good. The McRells came over on a whim and ate with us. Nice, relaxed, lobster, no drama, just life. It was great. 41 is actually feeling pretty good.  Now if I could lose this weight. :)

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