my birthday.

So, more than a week later, my dad reminded me that I hadn't posted about my birthday yet. We had church all morning, then decided to wait to go out for supper instead of going out for lunch like we usually do on Sundays. Sunday afternoons my friend Shannon and I run the girls bible study so for a birthday surprise they wanted to make me a cake and decorate it. I got some fun photos but didn't think their parents would like me to put them on here w/o permission (darn internet predators) so you'll have to take my word for it: It was a giant, Day-Glo-frostinged mountain of chocolatey goodness. And they had a great time counting out the 30 candles to put on it, then finding places to stick them . . . the cake was a Bundt castle with turrets and high walls and a drawbridge but didn't have much actual space for candles, what with the giant hole down the middle that makes it a Bundt. Anyway, it was great.

After that I ran home to collect the family and we went out for supper with my parents. I seem to remember picking Golden Corral last year, too . . . must love me some horse meat! Actually I couldn't really think of anything else I wanted and I was too excited for the dessert that Kev made.Then, home to open presents! My sister sent me a delightful box filled with things she thought I could use now that I'm 30: menopause relief pills, stool softener, denture adhesive . . . she took her inspiration from the ladies at the retirement home she works at . . . yeah, she's on my "list" . . . eventually she has to turn 30, too. But in order to redeem herself, she also included a couple of scrapbooking idea books and embellies and a really fun jewelry set. My parents got me "National Treasure 2" for blu-ray, which I love and had been waiting to get a player so I could steal their copy again and again. And Kev got me a Silhouette . . . a die-cutting machine that connects to the computer and can cut any shape or font out of cardstock . . . for titles on layouts or cards.

And truthfully, I've been playing with that this week and not posting my birthday photos. After presents we moved on to cake . . . and since the girls were making me an actual cake, Kev decided to make me Peachy Cake, a warm cobbler-like dessert which I must admit I crave fortnightly.
Since we mosly deal in little-guy birthdays around here we didn't have enough candles . . . I know, I'm old . . . so he creatively drew out a 3 and an 0 with the few candles we did have:It was delish. Thanks everyone for my presents and well-wishes! It wasn't so bad turning 30. But this last photo is really my fav . . . apparently even my camera had something to say about me getting older and decided to emphasize just how many candles were on there . . . I love it because it looks like the flame from my cake set our wooden table on fire and was subsequently burning down our dining room: Okay, I'll embrace it. Bring on NUMBER 31!