I celebrated my birthday the beginning of this month. I turned 35.
It’s funny how it happens, really. The numbers just kind of creep up on you when you’re least expecting them and continue adding themselves to your soul like you’d appreciate their mad math skills.
I hate math.
Th numbers don’t quite bother me any more. Not like they use to. What bothers me now really is how quickly they appear. It’s almost as if I mistakenly hit the fast forward button on my life’s DVR and the scenes are moving at hyperspeed while I scramble to find the remote that I’m sitting on and stop the madness before I accidentally see the end of the show.
Every year seems to move quicker and the more I try to slow it down, the faster the time just flies on by while flipping me the bird. So I realized some time ago that my birthdays were depressing me. Yes it was nice to have the kids wish me a happy birthday and surprise me with some slippers but it was honestly just another day that I spent stressed about laundry and dishes. I wanted to change that. Rather than having something t unwrap, I wanted to create memories with my family. This year I celebrated my birthday with a 3 day trip to California where I got to choose whatever I wanted to do!
Take a Ride with me……
Started my day hitting the road and headed for California. Anthony had to work (new job and all) so he stayed behind with my mother in law checking on him (to ease my mind). Now if you’ve met my kids you would know that a car ride with them at any length is entertaining to say the least. Check it out:
About two hours into our trip we had all work up an appetite. Who knew we’d become royalty.
A few chicken nuggets and a couple cheeseburgers later we were back on the road. We landed in Orange where we discovered that the royal duties and video making of the trip had taken its toll.
We checked into our hotel to get ready for the evening and into our gear. We’d be heading to an early dinner and then to an Angels game! After all, who doesn’t want beer and baseball on their birthday right?
We arrived at Angels Stadium early for their game against the Rays so the kids could have a change to get some autographs. They watched the Rays warm up and before they left the field, one of the Rays through my youngest a baseball. Being injured, he showed off by catching it bare handed with his left hand.
We had excellent seats and got to watch the game, beer in hand, from the 3rd baseline. But what I wasn’t expecting was my youngest son to take on a group of older men sitting in front of us who were Rays fans. Being the die hard Angel fans we are, short man just wasn’t having it.
His aggressive sarcasm, or what we like to refer to as “Angel Charm”, was apparently too much for one of them and he got up and changed seats while his friends shook their heads and laughed at the fact that he got shown up by a mouthy 13 year old.
That’s my boy!!!
So with an 8-2 win over Tampa Bay, a beer in hand, cheering kids and the fireworks shooting overhead, the hubby and kids made day one of my birthday trip (and my actual birthday) the best birthday I had had in forever and I didn’t unwrap a thing.
I love my family!
Next up, Day Two!