Birthday Recap

My birthday was great :)

Marc surprised me by taking Friday off and waking up early to cook a big breakfast. I then passed out in the afternoon because I had gotten up at 6am :P. But after all that we went out to dinner. He took me to Madisons Steak house. It was pretty good, very pricey so we wont go often but still very good. I ordered a purple martini (which I am totally going to try and make at home), it was very good. We had fried calamari, Caesar Salad, and Marc had a roast steak with fries while I went with filet mignon (sp?) and vegetables. Now I shouldn't be ordering red meat as it really messes with my body but it had been a couple of months since I had read meat and I wanted to order a steak in a steak house.

After dinner I headed over to a friends house where we got drunk and played a game of life (I won!), did our nails and chatted.

Midway through the night I noticed my stomach was really itchy and after awhile I went to check it out and noticed this 3-4 inch wide red and bumpy band across my whole stomach. I was reacting to something but I couldn't figure out what. Nothing I ate was out of the norm and I had never reacted like that to red meat. On Saturday Marc was out fixing someones computer and talking about my rash/allergic reaction and they said it could have been the tenderizer they used in the steak. So i'm now wondering if that is actually possible (to react to tenderizer). Luckily it is going away, I took some allergy medication and today it's almost gone, still itchy but not as much.

Tomorrow I have an interview, I want this job so much. Wish me luck!

Some pictures of the night:

Purple Martini

Fried Calamari

Salad

Bloody Caesar

Awesome gift from a friend

Life: I'm the white car

NASTY burn

What I wore to dinner (excuse the mess and cat toy)

25

I am turning 25. Wow. I remember thinking about being 25 when I was 12 and it was such a scary number, I mean I'd be so OLD.But then as I kept growing up (altough I would bug my mom with how OLD I was getting) I realized that turing 25 isn't all that bad. When I was 12 I thought that I would have a career as a teacher already set up, I would be married, bought a house and working on popping out a kid. Maybe I would have a dog, but for sure a cat. I told myself at 12 that by 25 I would have to be a responsible adult and that meant a job, kids and a husband apparently. Well 18 came along and I had no effin clue what I wanted to study in school. I followed what my mom told me to do (be a teacher!!) but I was not happy. By 20 I was taking some graphic design classes and then at 22 I was checking out psychology, a year later sociology (because I can't wrap my head around advanced math) and then at the age of 24 I went into studying to be a paralegal and will be until I'm 27 or 28.

I DID get married though, at the tender age of 23. Where I was told I was WAY to young to be married but because I am I better start popping out those screaming demons (Ok not in those exact words but close ;)). To young to get married but not too young to have kids...I don't get it. In the 25 years I have been on this earth I learned a lot. I still have sooo much more to learn but I have learned that I am a naive individual. I still trust too easily, and I should still think before I talk. And that I am the only one who can decide what to do with my life.

25 seemed so old to a 12 year old, but as I am nearing 25 I realize that I am still so very young. That I should not be stressing out about some things and that noone can tell me what to do. I am also realizing that I have to start loving myself and stop hurting myself to please other people, those people can either love who I am or bug off. But sometimes I still feel like I should be some kind of adult at 25, that I am a failure of some sort because I have no clue what I want my career to be and the furthest I plan is what I am doing on the up coming weekend. My parents were married and had a house by this age! I have an apartment with
two cats (and the husband). But damnit I am happy! And it's about damn time people learn to be happy with my happiness.

So at 7:31am on Friday morning I turn 25. Hey, another 25 years and I will be 50! And really people, that is not that far off. Time goes by really fast. So what do I think I will be doing at 50? I honestly have no clue, I no longer try to plan my future, I no longer try to live by the rules others have placed on me. I do hope that I am happy, still married to Marc, and still have two cats.

Friday I am getting all prettied up to go out to dinner with the husband and then I am getting shit faced with a good friend. I have plans to wake up in an alcoholic stupour the next moring demanding bacon and eggs and coffee with more alcohol to help with the alcohol induced headache. I don't think there will be many more times in my life where I will be able to get shit faced and survive so why not do it Friday night!

I will try to get Marc to take a picture of my dress, I honestly love this dress and don't get to wear it often. Now I will be overly dressed up for a steak house, but it's my birthday and I will dress up if I want too!

EDIT: Not wearing the dress. After the "fashion show" I did for Marc last night he decided my skinny jeans and heels with my purple top look really good. Also I don't think he wants to get dressed up nice lol. And we both realized that I will most likely spill something on the dress (I can not wear white without putting at least 5 stains on the thing). Also I am determined to like martinis tomorrow.