Let the Celebrating begin.

I had been invited to my Future in-laws for a cookout over Memorial Day weekend. After lunch there was dessert, which turned out to be an ice cream cake. Ice cream cake is not all that "cakey." More like ice cream that is cake shaped. Either way it was good. I got a assortment of goodies from the FIL for my birthday.

All the ingredients to make Sugar cookies. Yum.

Yesterday I get a call from my friend Pam. She says"Happy Birthday Eve." She was on her way to Wal-Mart to get some paint and asked if I wanted to go. Sure why not. It's Sunday and Eric isn't home yet. Off the Wally World to get paint. She couldn't decide what color she wanted for her mud room. She wanted a gray/blue color to match the tiles on the floor. I picked out the color Blue Whale. Nice color, matches perfect. Pam had made some soup, tiny garlic rolls and Margarita's. Everything tasted great and look what I got for my birthday.

A journal and slippers in wedding colors no less.

I am not the only one to enjoy these fine examples of things of knit.

And they called it Puppy love.

Then my parents took me to dinner at the http://www.thefrogandturtle.com/. It is a very nice place to have dinner. One of the hostess (Christy) had gone to school with my daughter Samantha. Christy bought me a drink called Chocolate Cake. It was very good. My parents got me one of my gifts off my wedding registry.

The Magic Bullet

I was trying to figure out what I could make in 30 seconds or less. With Eric being gone, I don't have that much by the way of groceries in the house. The only thing that I could find was tequila and margarita mix. So.....

MANGO MARGARITA, OLE!

I got ready for work today. I picked up my phone to leave the house and there was a text message. I thought that it would be from Tracy as we share the same birthday but it was my honey, Eric saying Happy Birthday. Then I get another message, this one from my daughter in Texas. Happy Birthday.

I get home and stop by the mail box to pick up the mail. I noticed that there was a "card" sized envelope. I stopped short, looking at it. I thought I recognized the handwriting. I looked at the return address on it, it was my address. The handwriting belongs to Eric. He mailed me a card from Indianapolis. I got on my birthday. What a guy. He is the best in the whole wide world.

Another year has come and gone. What is a 46 year old woman who is getting married to the man of her dreams suppose to feel like? A million dollars. Wouldn't trade it for anything else.