The Best Day

Things sure have been busy with all of the birthdays and such. I am trying to catch up with my blogging, but I have lots to do. Yet, here I am still sitting in my new pink birthday pajamas drinking coffee and reading blogs - forever the procrastinator.


Yesterday I spent the day with Mom. She sold her old house and feels a big relief. We put the money in the bank and went shopping for things needed for the new house. My sister, Kathy, showed up in time to help us pick out some rugs. The three of us never agree - maybe two of us, but never three - on decorating or style, but with three, there is always someone to break the vote. We did finally decide on some rugs, and put them in the new house where they looked great. I did not get home until late. I think my birthday volleyball game caught up with me and I was feeling tired and sore.


My birthday was wonderful and a beautiful day. It started off Sunday morning with Jesse giving me a new spring purse, earrings, and a funky ring. I decided to dress up for church (something I rarely do because I usually wrestle Grand Babies during church) to show off my new purse and jewelry. I wore one of those colorful shirts with small beads attached, which GBN2 found fascinating. She kept picking at the beads - very embarrassing. Toby was no help. In fact, he offered to help GBN2 "pick the beads" off my shirt. I turned him down. Then GBN1 discovered that I was wearing panty hose. She kept running her hands over my legs and up my skirt. Once again, Toby thought this was highly entertaining. I was slapping hands all through church. After church we took GBN1 to the convenience store to get some chicken nuggets. As we were walking back to the church parking lot with GBN1 between us eating chicken and taking swigs from our diet colas, I told Toby that this being fifty was not so bad.


Later in the afternoon, we went to the Hawaii Five O party. There was lots of good friends and good food. I got some nice presents and mushy cards ( I must be getting old ’cause the cards were just as important to me as the presents). The day was simply gorgeous - just right for a game or two of volleyball. There was a huge tire swing near the VB court which kept the Grand Girls entertained and made for some great photos. My friend Sherry, who threw the party, is a professional photographer besides being a caterer, a decorator, a ranch-hand, construction worker, and one of my art ladies. I can’t wait to see her pics. She also had this cool cat that was easy to catch, didn’t mind being wrestled (too much) by kids, and would run when it had had enough “loving.” The cat, the swing, and the GBN1 were highly entertaining. The volley ball game was good too. For those of you who know me, I love VB. I love my Grand Babies, and I love being with good friends - the perfect birthday.


Of course getting older has its quirks - like saying the wrong word and then not being able to come up with the right word in conversation (or blogging). Jesse and I were discussing Michael Bubl'e, who recently had a concert in OK City. I mentioned one of his CD’s, but wanted to mention a video I had seen. Instead, of saying “video” or “CD,” I said “VD” which made me burst out laughing. I could not say what a I meant at that point due to the laughing. Then I thought of Buck teasing me the last time I said “VD” and I laughed even more. Jesse just looked at me like I had lost my mind and said, “I don’t know what word you are trying to say.” which made me laugh harder.