I’m 50, Bitches!

I had the absolute best week leading up to my birthday and several amazing days after my actual birthday.

I’ve heard of people who celebrate their birthday “week”. I’ve never done it myself. The biggest gesture I’ve ever made was to throw myself a birthday party. Then again, I’ve never turned 50 before. I figured, “Why not?” I celebrated all week leading up to my birthday and counted down each day. “It’s Wednesday! It’s my last Wednesday as a 49 year old. No wait! It’s my last Wednesday in my 40s!” Every.single.day!

Wednesday night Picasso and I grabbed milkshakes. On Thursday we had Culver’s for dinner. Friday night Picasso and I went to the 10:40 pm showing of “How To Train Your Dragon” at the theater with the luxury recliners.

 

Saturday night I went out drinking and dancing with my friend sweet J. I also saw a classmate I haven’t seen in probably 10 years.

 

Sunday Picasso and I had Chinese for dinner. That was also the night a car hit a pole feet down the road from our house which caused quite a bit of excitement for us. We had no electricity for over 3 hours. Traffic was using our horseshoe driveway as a turnaround since they were being directed away from the scene of the accident. We had police and a fire truck outside. We spent quite a bit of time in front of candles.

 

 

I have no idea what I did on Monday but I’m sure it was fantastic! Tuesday night, my last night in my 40s, sweet J and I grabbed a drink at the tavern my brother’s neighbor owns. We listened to the jukebox shaped like a giant iPhone and almost played darts, which was the original plan. In my defense, I haven’t thrown darts in over 20 years and I was afraid I would hit somebody.

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On Wednesday I turned 50! My desk at work was decorated. There were balloons (they were black- boo! hiss!) and banners and big block numbers. My co-worker had told me she was going to bring in chips and salsa from our favorite Mexican restaurant. What I hadn’t counted on was a full blown carry in! All of my co-workers brought something in to share. E even made me a beautiful chocolate cake with bright pink buttercream icing. Young J (not to be confused with sweet J) ran and got the chips and salsa around 11 because she wanted them to be fresh for me. My boss gave me tulips, which I have already almost killed. And the mobster sent me the most beautiful arrangement of flowers shaped like a cake, along with a scarf and a bracelet.

 

 

 

 

That night I went out to dinner with Picasso and my brother and his family, minus my sister-in-law who was working that night.

I got cards and lots of sweet Facebook messages and texts.

My son gave me a gift card to Chili’s, which is where we ended up eating, and then he paid for his own meal because he said he didn’t want me to have to pay for him on my birthday.

The fun wasn’t over though!

The mobster threw me a surprise party! That sweet, sweet man had been a nervous wreck trying to plan my party and surprise me. He ended up getting a flat tire on his way to pick up his rental car which he mistakenly rented out of Indiana instead of Virginia. Same city name. Different state. So the poor guy had to drive an hour to pick up the car.

I need to back up. When I threw his surprise party for him he immediately began worrying about what he was going to do for my birthday. He kept telling me he wasn’t a party planner. I have the cutest video of him, hours after his party had ended, telling me he wasn’t a party planner and there was no way he could top what I had done. He told me he was going to have to enlist my daughter’s help. I told him she would be at school. He said he would ask my mom for help. I told him she would be in Florida. He was despondent. I really think he’s been freaking out about this for the last 8 months! He shouldn’t have though because he blew me away! He surpassed what I did for him by miles!

He ordered decorations. They were perfect! He ordered a cake. It was delicious. He had Chick-Fil-A catered for the party. My mom flew in. My daughter surprised me. She had been telling me she was going to go to Indianapolis for Spring Break with her sorority sister and instead the mobster drove to her campus and picked her up. God, I love that man!

 

 

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My mom bought me some shirts that I have already worn to work.

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The mobster gave me a photo album with pictures of us and blank spaces left to fill with more of our adventures. He inscribed it: February 2019, Happy 50th Sam! February 27, 1969 The world became a better place that day. I love you! He bought me a necklace with 5 rings to represent my 5 decades of life, a wine glass that tells everyone I am vintage, made in 1969, and a shirt I picked out extolling the virtues of being 50, as well.

 

I loved it all but the piece de resistance was the birthday card and cartoon from Tracy Schorn, aka Chump Lady. Squee! That’s right; my man knocked it out of the ballpark!

When we first began talking I introduced him to Chump Lady. When he came up that first Labor Day weekend I loaned him my copy of “Leave a Cheater, Gain a Life”. Somehow he lost it. He thinks his STBX might have stolen it. Anyway, he reached out to her and told her I had been at her book launch and had loaned him my signed copy and he inquired if he could possibly buy another one and have her sign it for me. She did him one better. She also enclosed a birthday card and drew a cartoon for me!

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She called him a keeper! He is Chump Lady approved!

I keep telling him I don’t know if it’s a coincidence or not but ever since he’s come into my life I have had the best birthdays!

The fun still wasn’t over. We had the rest of the weekend together. Saturday we grabbed coffee at Dunkin’ Donuts, his favorite. We grabbed some groceries so we could make breakfast sandwiches for everyone. That was followed by a rousing game of Phase 10 where I got whipped despite it was my birthday weekend. The nerve!

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That evening he, my mom, sweet J and I went to the local casino. He had never been and he wanted to go. He was given a $5 credit and he left with over $28!

 

Finally, on Sunday I took him to brunch at an old historic mansion downtown. He had heard me talk about this place many times and I really wanted to take him so he could experience it himself.

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He really enjoyed it. And the brunch was pretty good, too. Any place that serves prime rib and shrimp cocktail is an okay place to me.

That was my birthday week. It was fantastic. If my 50s are even half as wonderful as the week leading up to it I am in for a hell of a ride!

16 thoughts on “I’m 50, Bitches!

  1. I love this. You were surrounded by love and thoughtful people. That’s why it was perfect, and I love how much you enjoyed and appreciated every minute. Happy 50!! I’m 2 weeks behind you…and people are being very cagey. No one has asked me what I want to do that weekend, lol.

    I’m here and I’m healthy. And 40s almost broke me so I’m ready for 50s! Maybe I’ll slide into for a week or so like you did😘

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  2. You look so content in all these pictures and, as Lemondrop1966 said, surrounded by great people. You (both) deserve that! Happy Birthday! Well-done Mobster!

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  3. Happy Birthday!!
    I know/ think this is belated but…I believe I wished you a HB previously.
    Either way you really did it right. The Mobster simply showed off! Bigtime!! I’m impressed:)
    xo monica

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