It's Not Like the Good Ole' Days

I...love...birthdays. To me, they should be the number one holiday for each person and made much more important and significant than they are now. I mean, we are celebrating LIFE. It's not about age as much as LIFE. To celebrate the fact that, each person is indeed here! I used to love my birthday. I just had a birthday, on Sunday. I used to have a "Birthday Month" (and thank you to my dear friend who tries to keep that idea going for me. I appreciate it so much). I used to count down the days until my birthday, usually starting around my sister's birthday almost exactly six months previous. But no, now I'm lucky to get a birthday hour. Darn kids, they take the fun out of everything.

But it was a good weekend. We trekked to the mall to do a little shopping on Saturday, and the girls were well-behaved and patient. We ate lunch at California Pizza Kitchen (which has undoubtedly the world's most heavenly split pea and barley soup I have ever eaten in all of my life) where we dined on their scrumptious bread and barbecue chicken pizza. On my actual birthday, on Sunday, we decided it would be better to go to our favorite Inn for their brunch than gobble down dinner at a nice restaurant at vacuum speed with the girls. We were not disappointed! Brunch was phenomenal, and I should now be part omelet with the size of the one I ate.

I was hoping to snap a couple of good pictures of us all dressed up and what not, but it was not to be. I'll show you what we do have, but I'm so bummed out that they just didn't turn out right. Not to mention, I'm sporting a heinous haircut, and I'm giving this lady one more chance to fix it. No one knows how to cut curly hair down here, unless you're a 75 year old woman in which case, it doesn't matter. It's very depressing. And, just when I thought I had my camera under control, I don't. And the point and shoot wonderful pocketsized one is...well, I think it's not recovering like I thought after it's time in a bag when it looked thirsty enough for someone to offer it a drink from their sippy cup.