Best Day Ever!

Happy 28 to me and Josh!  I love even numbers.  This year we stayed up til 12:34 on the 20th, the minute I was born.  OK that's actually a big fat lie.  I fell asleep at 11 and Josh woke me up to say "Happy Birthday!" and "Go to bed" at 12:34. I think that's a sign of age because I've never not stayed up until 12:34 since I was about 10 years old and found my baby book under my mom's bed...complete with dust bunnies and a lock of fine brown hair.  How cute, right?  I worked on my birthday.  Oh the joy...but I did get out early to do a little shopping for Josh from the alphabet store and select retailers.  So we stayed up until midnight again, long enough for me to repeatedly chant "It's still my birthday" for 59 seconds at 11:59.  We woke up Tuesday and dropped off the kids at their respective destinations, returned home for coffee and packed for the range.  After a quick stop at Perry's, I signed my life away at Eagle 1 and practiced loading and shooting a .22 and a 9mm for like 2hours.  WOW.  Talk about addiction.  I was one of those NO GUNS in the house ever people.  Hell bent on it, actually.  And then...I realized I can't protect my babies from harm 24/7/365 (or in this case 366).  I think they should be educated and exposed because God forbid they find themselves in a situation around "friends" or acquaintances with a gun and all they know is to "run" or "tell".  That doesn't work in real-life because it might already be too late and they won't know what to do.  Guess what?  That so happened to me.  I lived in a trailer park with my mom and she had a gun under her bed.  All she said was to stay away from it and put the fear of God into me.  That's all well and good until you find yourself in a house one day with a gun and you don't know how to tell if it's loaded, if the safety is on, what NOT to do, and what to definitely do.  And to be honest, no manner of teaching can relinquish learning on the reality and power of a gun until you see it and do it.  That's coming straight from the mouth of a teacher.  I can't tell you how many times Josh tried to teach me things or tell me things over the past 2 years.  Nothing sank in until I was in that range.  I flinched or jumped 3 ft every time a shot rang out.  I was so scared I was shaking for the first 30 minutes.  But the thing is... everybody in there was in control.  Guns don't kill people.  People kill people.
We went to Sono on Fayettville St.  for lunch.  I had the Pink Floyd and the Monkey Brain roll  :o)  and we people-watched those in suites with reservations.  We had coffee at Crema and went shopping at Khol's and Dick's.  We picked up the boys and came home to eat slow cooked stroganoff and chocolate cake with chocolate icing, and topped it all off with the game and a bottle of FireFly and lemonade.  Happy 28 baby, I want 75 more!  I love the way you make me laugh, the way you try new things, the way you watch me do yoga, and the way we stay up past our bedtime just to spend one more hour together  (even when you are reading Damn You Auto Correct and I am blogging).  I love you til the end of forever.