Today officially kicked off my birthday week. DJ started it off perfectly. A yummy Sunday breakfast!
THAT is a banana and nutella crepe. Holy moly that was an absolute party in my mouth.
Isn't he such a cutie?! That cutie knows I am a little sour about turning 26. I don't know why I hate turning another year older every year, but I just want to stay forever young. If I can't stay young forever, I'll settle for being treated like a birthday princess.
"We're never going to be as young as we are tonight."
Sunday, I started my Sex and the City box set again, and yesterday I watched the episode called twenty something girls vs thirty something women. The episode is about the vast difference that the women had gone through since their twenties. This episode combined with the fact that my 26th birthday is coming up next weekend has me thinking a lot about whether or not it's actually age that determines "maturity" or if it has more to do with experience.
For example, my younger brother-in-law just turned sixteen last month and about a week before his birthday he got into some big trouble. Some trouble that could possibly really effect him for a few years and as a family we were all so disappointed quite honestly. Not that my husband, my other brother-in-law or myself could honestly say that we also hadn't been in trouble when we were younger, but rather that our major mistakes came later on. Were we more mature at sixteen or just got away with more? By the time I was sixteen I had been working at my family's flower shop for years, been a part of a team, been making my own food, etc. This isn't the case for my younger brother. Did my experiences make me more mature?
Bear with me here, I've got another one. As I said, I'm going to be twenty six. I'll be twenty six, met my husband at nineteen, married at twenty five, bought our first house the same year. With the exception of having children, what makes me less wise than my thirty something counter parts? My husband is a whooping 4 1/2 years older than me. (that's right, my man piece is the big 3-0) Having a thirty year old husband means hanging out with plenty of other thirty somethings. I never feel the age difference.
I do feel that I have learned a lifetime of knowledge since I met my husband. I changed from a young lady into a woman in a few short years. I moved out of my mom's house and into an apartment...with a boy (eek)...became responsible for a dog...moved AGAIN...left a career...planned a wedding...and now I am responsible for a home, two dogs, a man (that has a incredible mother that I find myself trying to fill the shoes of) and work full time. I left my teens and I am sitting comfortably in my mid-twenties. Am I the lovely woman I am today because of my age or rather because of the influence of experience, a sweet man, a terrific family and a faithful group of friends? I choose the latter.
Twenty six and nothing to fix. That's what our friend Monique told me and I like to think that's the truth. :)
(19 and 24)
"Count your age by friends, not years. Count your life by smiles, not tears." John Lennon
Are you on Google+ yet? No? Need an invite? Let me know because I'll totally hook it up. ;)
I'm still getting used to the whole thing as of right now. Just like when you first switched over from MySpace to Facebook and you hated it a little because you weren't used to it. That's where I'm at right now, just figuring that sucker out.
Need-less-to-say it's been a wild Sunday over here. Sweet tea and starting from the beginning of my Sex and the City box set. I love simple weekends like this. Drive-in movies on Friday, clean the house on Saturday followed by a trip to the book store and a Sunday spent in pajamas where the furthest you go is from the bed to the couch. Hope you're having a lovely weekend too.
"And if you can find someone to love the you you love, well, that's just fabulous." Carrie Bradshaw
I can seriously get down with a caramel frappe in the summer. Actually I can get down with a frozen drink in the summer or the winter, but the same is not true for hot beverages in the summer. My favorite summertime frappe is not from good ole' Starbucks (Although, I do really enjoy a venti unsweetened black iced tea with two splendas) but rather McDonalds ! Something about those McCafe beverages just lights my fire.
Small caramel frappe with extra caramel sauce. Yum!
"She eats takeout on china, and serves champagne with pizza."
So as I said, I do not enjoy a hot coffee in the summer, but what about you?
I think it's safe to assume that my wishes for a hot summer have come true, in more ways than one. Between the heat and my husband making sure that I get to do everything that I want, I am having the best summer! Typically we are home bodies and enjoy the comforts of home cooking and our couch. This season though has lit a fire up under our tushes and we have been bee-boppin all over Metro Detroit bars, festivals, concerts, you name it.
This weekend was no different. DJ and I had a 50th birthday party to attend, but after we hit up the Pig and Whiskey even in fashionable Ferndale, centered around WAB a.k.a Woodward Avenue Brewery. Lots of ribs, pulled pork, BBQ, beers and of course whiskey were being tasted, tested and sampled in the hot hot heat. It was smokey and sweaty and an awesome night all around. The Detroit Cobras played the last show of the night and the killed it as usual.
Beer Tent Madness
Raspberry Blonde - nom nom nom
After some outside shenanigans DJ and I migrated over to Small's Bar to meet up with some old friends that just moved back to town from Florida (well actually Muskeegon, but they lived in Florida before that). DJ, is thrilled to have his long time best friend back. We showed up late in the evening but immediately we were caught up to speed on two important topics. First of all the juke box was ahh-mazing with everything from The Cramps to The Eagles of Death Metal and best of all you get 18 plays for $5! Second, one of DJ's ex-girlfriend's names was on the bathroom wall in a very unflattering fashion. (as if a name on a men's stall door would ever be flattering) Ahhh, it was a hilarious and fun place to end the evening.
This summer is by far one of the best summers I have ever had and my birthday is in only 3 weeks. It's my birthday month people! Hollar leos ;)
Whooooaaa, whooooaaa. I wish it were Sunday for real. I've been riding the lazy bus all day today wishing I was in my lazy pants on the couch. Last night was a late one for us Bloomingburgs. We went out to dinner and a movie with another couple and didn't get to bed until after 1am. On a Sunday?!?!? (you ask in shock and dismay) Yes, that's right. I put on a brave face and enjoyed every minute. That is until my alarm went off this morning at 6:30am, reminding me of the fact that I had to work out and then head in to work. (I hit the snooze 3 times)
Dinner was delish though and we went to see Crazy, Stupid, Love with that hottie McHottie Ryan Gosling. Gah! It was so good. I mean so good. If you didn't see it this weekend, GO!
It was a long day after a busy weekend, but I must say, I love spending time with good friends, listening to good music, eating delicious food and feeling exhausted on a Monday because my husband makes sure we take advantage of every minute of our beautiful life together.