Happy Birthday to Me

September 25th, 2005 and I am officially 42 years old.   I was able to go to church this morning and sing and worship God among my church family for my birthday which doesn't happen very often.  I can't remember my last Sunday birthday.  Robert wasn't able to go with us this morning as today is the last possible day to plant tomatoes and he had to finish up. He got home about 1:00 and so he is outside standing over a hot grill.  We have some good friends coming over for a cook-out in about an hour.  I wasn't happy about it, but have come to grips with the idea and now I'm actually finding myself looking forward to it.  As you know, I was out of town Thursday through Saturday afternoon and while I was gone Robert ran into these friends of ours and asked them to come to our house on Sunday for a cook-out.  Well, he forgot that it was my birthday.  So, he told me about it when I got home and I hate to say that I was really disappointed.  I love these friends, and their company, but my fantasy birthday included a quiet day with a nice dinner out at a restaurant surrounded by my loving family.  I didn't want to have to clean the house or cook side dishes and I really didn't want bar-be-que ribs and chicken.  I'm sure some of you are thinking I'm crazy!  But my husband grills almost every weekend and I just want a nice "non-smokey" dinner.  The smokey grill smell and flavor infiltrates the whole house for days.  I just bought a vanilla apple candle the other day and it smells so pretty, well it isn't strong enough to combat the smokey smell.  I am lucky to have a husband who loves to cook, even if it is on a grill/smoker.  So, since getting home from church I have cleaned. I just finished mopping the kitchen floor and scrubbing the toilets.  Now I am boiling noodles to make a pasta salad.  My vaccuum cleaner sucked something big up in it the other day and I haven't had time to fish it out, so I won't be vaccuuming.  I don't care.

My sweet girls bought me a box of Russell Stover chocolates and an ice cream cake.  I don't care for regular cake that much and they know me so well.  My son is taking his girlfriend to the airport to go back to college.  He flew her down for the weekend.  They stayed down at her families house about an hour away, so I haven't seen him since he dropped me off at thechurch before my trip. 

Well, I have gone on and on about nothing.  I'm sorry!  The littlest things are big news to me.  I hope you all have a great week!