Happy Birthday !

Yes, it was my 33rd birthday yesterday. If you have noticed I have no problem announcing my age. With age comes wisdom and misery.

(This is a picture of Jared and I on our honeymoon. I forgot to take pics yesterday so this will do.)

Well, I started off my day getting pampered. I went to my hair salon and chopped off my hair. I don't know but when you are pregnant you just get so annoyed with your hair and everything else. After my stylist Ney dolled me up I went to get my nails done. Getting my nails done was not a nice experience. I mean the two women who did my mani/pedi hardly spoke english. They rushed me even after I told them I just want to relax and have my feet soak for a bit. They let my feet soak a minute longer, whoopee! One was doing my pedicure and the other my manicure, so I did not have a free hand to hold my magazine. I was pretty frustrated at this point. To make matters worse they are speaking a mile a minute in another language to each other. How rude is that? They were probably saying "Wow, she huge!" or "Let's over charge her and only do ten dolla job." Then finally the question came. The lady playing with my feet said, "What are you?" What kind of question is that? I know they don't speak english well but talk about being caught off guard. I said, "What do you mean?" They both said, "You look chinee, phillipino, Laosian, or something. We cannot figure it out." So, I told them "Chinese Jamaican". The lady dropped my foot, "no way! We never hear of that!" I was thinking " well lady now you have. Can you just do my pedi, please, I beg you! I came here to relax, not talk." Ok, I did not say that, but I think she got the hint and finished my massage and got me out of there quickly when I did not entertain their conversation. I will never go there again.

Then, I did my typical errands and picked son up. I was feeling a bit down because I missed my family and friends so badly, but when I picked up my son and saw that smile how could I be down. I just sat in my car for a minute and thought of how lucky I am and all the good things in my life. That made my day and all of the phone calls started flowing in from England, Jamaica, New York, Miami, SF, Trinidad and birthday greetings from Antigua. Wow, I am very loved I must say. My friends never forget and I felt so awful because I cannot remember a birthday to save my life.

Later on that evening my hubby came home and made my day even more special by taking me out to a great sushi restaurant. Jude was on his best behavior. The food was magnificent but pricey, the conversation was stimulating, and the love was unconditional. After dinner we were on our way home and my hubby wanted to stop and get a cake, ice cream, present and do the whole birthday thing, but I felt satisfied and I just wanted to go to sleep. Is that sad? No, I don't think it is. I just think when we get older we really realize what happiness is and what material isn't. I chose happiness:)