Happy Birthday to Me

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My birthday was delicious, emotionally and physically. This is the first time I had a cake everyday starting on Friday and ending on Monday. The first one was vanilla at school. Another girl in the office had a birthday and we shared the Happy Birthday song and cake. The next night, the manager at a local bar surprised me with a chocolate cake. It was later sat on/fell on in the night by a guy friend, lol. It was almost gone anyway. On my actual birthday, I had cupcakes from the best cupcake place in the country for breakfast and chocolate cake at night from Romano's (this great Italian place). Monday, I headed to the ice cream store and picked up my cookies and cream birthday cake. The girls and I forgot about it as we watched Take the Lead so it melted somewhat (lets just say we had to do some laundry). I saved it (somewhat) and still have it sitting in the freezer waiting to be eaten.

The surprise cake and me holding up my Double Deuce sign.

Saturday we had to make up a school day so I begrudgingly went to school. Around 10am I received the most gorgeous roses from the children that I tutor and their family. I took a picture and they are now starting to bloom. I just love them.

Sunday was so funny. I woke up early, meaning 9 am, and walked into the bathroom. On what felt like my long walk I say KN and said hello. She wished me Happy Birthday and I did a little dance move consisting of my arms in the position of an Egyptian and kept walking. My head was down, which Dad later reported to me that that is how I walk when dead tired. I was able to pick it up enough on the way back so I could make eye contact with KN when I saw the banner and balloons. The first thought was how did she put that up so fast? The the second thought was I had walked right by it with my head down. KN was laughing at me since I said my thoughts out loud, as I usually do when I am tired.
The girls and I later met up for breakfast at my favorite place to be on a Sunday, NY Bagels. I tore into my french toast, sausage, homefries, eggs, and apple. They then told me to go to the bathroom for a bit. I didn't know what a bit meant so I went to the bathroom and then walked around outside. When I finally came back in, there were chocolate cupcakes sitting on the table with my name on it (the one thing I wanted was my name on some kind of cake like home) and tall candles sticking out of the cupcakes. I learned later that the girls had lit what they thought were regular candles, but were in fact sparklers and had almost burned down NY Bagels, lol. I blew one out before it started to spark and catch my hair on fire. They then presented me with an Italian singer CD (who I love) and a calendar with old maps in it (which I love even more). We ate the cupcakes, took pictures, and then walked home to open cards and the presents from my Dad, and watch Mad Hot Ballroom. I recommend this movie, it was great. After the movie we were going to go ice skating, but the rink closed early that day so we decided to lounge around. We got ready to go to the restaurant for dinner around 6:30. The blue dress (which is what it is referred to here) was finally put on with only some discomfort. It was not made for
Taiwan's hot weather. Louise helped roll of the sleeves and pin them for me since my arms could not breathe. Dinner was excellent. There was an opera singer walking around, the biggest piece of chicken parmesan that I had ever seen (KB ate almost all of it), and people singing Happy Birthday to me. It was awesome.
The girls and I at NY Bagels.
Me blowing out my candle in the blue dress at Romano's.

Monday was spent making my first graders laugh with the guy sitting on my birthday cake story, watchingTake the Lead and eating more cake. It was definitely one of the best birthdays I had. I do not know why everyone keeps telling my 22 is a bad birthday.

Here is the link to my birthday photos: http://new.photos.yahoo.com/album?c=joyryder02&aid=576460762352651602&pid=&wtok=eX43MWLWgGNVSJ3c5n2Dyw--&ts=1164611725&.src=ph