Can you believe I'm 28, I know...John can't either, he keep insisting that I'm thirty-two and that being home schooled has left me lacking in my math skills. So I'll let you do the math, I was born in 1977 and its 2009, simple math right.
What a great birthday! It started out with this fun birthday surprise, which I'm not going to lie made me a little teary that someone cared enough to sneak into my yard late at night and leave this sweet sign and balloon. I later discovered it was the Sister Missionaries that we have grown quite attached to.

The girls thought it was a great surprise too and made me one of their own.

So this is a fun story. My Birthday was on Thursday and on Wednesday night John came home from swimming with the young men in our ward and was looking for some clean underwear and believe me, there was none to be found in his drawer. So I'm sitting on the
couch reading a book after putting the kids to bed and John comes out saying something about how it is Wednesday and there is no clean underwear in his drawer when it should have been in there on Monday. I didn't bother looking up from my book for half of his "what kind of housewife are you lecture" (he was joking of course). It consisted of the usual "at the end of the work day I should be standing at the door in a
house dress with a smile and a kiss and dinner on the table and on Monday's his underwear drawer should be full of clean underwear with a little chocolate just to tell him how much I love him." He does this as a joke once in a while and thinks it's
sooo funny. So I finally look up from my book to play along with his little joke and see that he is standing there in his Birthday suit with a huge smile on his face like he had just told the funnies joke ever! It was funny and we both
laughed then I reassured him that tomorrow for my birthday I would love to fill his underwear drawer, it would be the highlight of my birthday...so here you go, I had to include this in my birthday blog.

Later I baked myself a cake and some
mini cup cakes for the kids to decorate, I didn't pay close
enough attention and when I finally checked on Brock he had eaten his cupcake with the paper still on it. For the next half an hour I kept wondering how his digestive tract was going to handle that paper.

I made maybe not my favorite dinner but one I was going to obsess over until I had it, Mom's pot roast, potatoes and gravy, carrots and onions,
yorkshire pudding and corn. I took hours and I dirtied every dish in the house but I didn't worry about that because I made sure to commit John to the dishes before I attempted something so messy. It was awesome I dirtied all these dishes without a care in the world, it was like spending someone
else's money, all pleasure, no consequences.
So I saved the best for last, for my Birthday I'm going to the So You Think You Can Dance Tour when it comes to Omaha!
WaHoooo!