Happy Birthday Mady !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Madyson was born three weeks late. Three weeks. Her mommy endured contractions for almost the entire time, as they tried to "induce" labor. But Miss Madyson was not having it. She was plenty comfortable right where she was. So they went ahead and scheduled a C-section. But, Mady had plans of her own, and on the day Nicole was scheduled for surgery, she went into full-blown labor, and Mady was born.
Since then we have come to realize that Mady has no problem waiting you out.
At the age of two she was visiting with Corey and I. It was time to clean up, but Mady wasn't helping. So I told her she could either clean up, or sit in the time out chair. With out hesitation she walked over, sat in the chair, crossed her arms, and waited for the work to be done.
At the age of four she wanted a kiss from Corey. Corey was not willing to part with one. Madyson again sat down and refused to play or talk until Corey gave her one.
Now don't let this paint a poor picture of my Goddaughter. No. It actually shows how very strong and intelligent she is.
She is also very sweet, and extremely funny. She loves to perform and entertain. She has a very quick whit, and would not hesitate to stand for what she believes. She has an out spoken but very kind nature. She has little fear of the unknown and glows in the spotlight. She is remarkably intelligent. She has a set of the most beautiful eyes.
Today she is 7. Just 7 years old, and already so inspirational to so many people. I am a very lucky Godmother. She is in so many ways the daughter I would have wanted to have had I had a daughter. And if she makes Corey hold to the promise he made two years ago, she may very well one day be my daughter.
Happy birthday Miss Madyson. Corey and I love you dearly and miss you very much.

So this is 30

Well, no one listened to me ... and I guess I am thankful. (see previous blog to understand.)

My day started at 4:45 am with a phone call from John. He wanted to be the first to wish me a happy birthday. And apperently the first to check my agility and the strength of my heart as he sent me flying out of bed and running through the house to find my cell phone for what I assumed was an emergent call. Instead, I was told that I should be up and going at this time as I am now older and not moving as fast as I used to. Nice. He did sing me a little ditty that always makes me smile, and bid me a happy day.
It was followed by calls from friends. Friends like Angie who were sweet and gentle. Friends like Denise who rocked me with "You say it's your birthday ..." Friends like Mitchell who carried on about how glad he was that he's not 30 yet. And my mom singing my Happy Birthday song.
It carried on to work, where my friends/coworkers Kelley and Nita plastered signs all around the 2 floor about me turning 30. Covered my office with confetti. Taped my drawers shut, dismantled my phone, and left a bed wetting pad on my chair for me. We do work in a Urology office after all... and we have seen what age does to a bladder. (that was actually the work of my boss, Paula.)
I then got lovely gifts from people. (thank you Denise, Kelley, Nita, Michelle, Jan, Carmen, KJ, Kim, and my secret pal.) And all the Mocha a girl could want. People came by to wish me happy birthday, and one of the Dr.'s even sang the birthday song to me. (Dr. B)
Then IT happened. I was in my little office when a singing telegram arrived. Balloons, Tux, and all. I wanted to run and hide, but my only exit was blocked. So several people gathered round to watch me squirm while this lovely lady sang a song written all about me. It talked about my love for my son, dance, drama, Al Pacino, shoes, purses, and so on. My dad, with the help of my mom had put this all together. Gotta say, I was so flustered I nearly passed out from heat stroke. The room immediatly grew to 115 degrees. While several staff, including boss, and doctors, looked on, I nearly died of embarrassment, which is exactly the reaction my dear sweet daddy wanted.
The celebration continued at The Outback with my mom (dad has the flu), grandma and grandpa, Uncle Randy and Aunt Linda, and my sweet Corey , to whom I gave life, who sat chanting "You're 30, you're 30, 30, 30,30!!!!"(Thank you all for the gifts as well!) It was then followed by a wonderful message from my Godson singing You Are My Sunshine, and happy birthday. A loving call from Jan (and Whitey, thank you for the gift), a quick and merciful message from my brother Joe, and someone from Allied, but he didn't wish me a happy birthday, I guess they didn't know.
I then got a funny gift from Judy, and wonderful gifts from my son and parents. (Thank you.)
It has finshed with a wonderful blog about me by my best friend Nicole. ( www.razzlefrazzle.com)
Anyway ... all that to say, I am now 30 and it isn't so bad. I still have a wonderful son, a loving family, smart ass but kind friends, a job I like, and the face of a 23 year old! ( Now if could just get that @%$#@'s body!)
Thanks everyone ...
Now ... seriously ... shut the hell up about it!

Yes, Today I am 30. The big 3-0. No longer in my twenties. In the middle of the perverbial hill. Yep.

Now shut the hell up about it!

;)

Thank you

I am back from California. I had a wonderful time. My only regrets were that I did not get to see Jan and Whitey and it was too short of a trip.
I did see my brother and Shalene. Ange drove down from Chico and we all went out w/ Marija. I think good times were had by all. We did A LOT of laughing. I did a little crying when saying hello and goodbye again.
It was amazing how we fell right back into comfortable friendship exchanges. I guess good and real friendships do that. No matter how much distance or time seperates you. But I will not allow this to happen again. I will not go another year and a half with out hugging my dearest friends and loved ones. Not if I can help it.
Virgina, Korea, Serbia ... they are all so far away, I may not have a choice but suffer dearly and cling to emails, phone calls, and occasional letters. But California is cose enough to vow that this will not happen again.
Thank you to Joe and Shalene for housing us all and going out with us. Thank you to Angie and Marija for turning everthing upside down to join us. Thank you to Denise for the amazing road trip. Thank you to Andy for resucing Denise and Angie. And thank you to Robbie AKA "Bruno" and the rest of the security staff for the personal escort through and out of the night club. We felt like Rock stars!

WWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We're going back to Cali, to Cali, to Cali!

For my birthday, Denise is taking me back to California for the weekend. Tonight! Road trip, no kids. Lots of laughter!

Wooooooooooo !!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am so excited I can hardly stand it. I could pee my pants. It has been a year and a half! I wanna cry. It will be a quick trip. But every moment will be great. I get to see my brother, Angie, Marija, and hopefully Jan and Whitey.

I could just burst!

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!