Cash in a shoebox.: 29

It was my birthday! I turned 29. I don't want to seem predictable, but I was kind of a basket case for a few days before the actual day. I kept apologizing to Trevor and then turning around and being nuts again. I think I wanted everything in order before I plunged into a new age, but the problem was I didn't really know what was out of order. Just a lot of, "I thought I'd be doing this and having that when I turned 29." When October 3rd showed up, though, all of my crazies seemed like they were gone. I mean, the turning 29 crazies. The crazies that want me to eat 8 bowls of Count Chocula right now are still there.

Since my birthday fell on a Monday, we celebrated on Saturday, the 1st. That's a tricky way of saying I got TWO special days. I woke up on my birthday party morning to a knock on the bedroom door. Shea was there with a basket of rose petals, which she sprinkled at my feet everywhere I walked. Way funny and cute. She made a path that led to the bathroom, where she and Trevor had set up a candle lit bubble bath for me. Oh. My. Goodness. I hadn't taken a bubble bath in about 15 or 20 years!

   When I was done soaking, I emerged into the living room to find they had set up quite a spread. Trevor made pancakes with toffee bits covered in ICE CREAM. I enjoyed these while relaxing in the living room hammock watching videos of Dave Matthews being projected onto the wall AND having a mimosa. My day could have ended there and still been amazing- but NO!

    After a while, we all got in the car. We dropped Shea off with her grandma, then headed north. I had no clue where we were going. We ended up in Saratoga, at the Preston Wynne Spa. Trevor surprised me with 2.5 hours of being COMPLETELY pampered. Massage, facial, quiet.... I think I fell in and out of sleep about 20 times throughout it all. So wonderful. They know what they are doing. There is not one uncomfortable moment even though you're pretty much naked on a table in front of a stranger. My two therapists were Amber and Laura. They don't know it, but I'm going to dedicate my first country album to them. They changed my life.

Anyway!

Trevor picked me up at the end of my ...... I don't even know what to call it. There might not be words wonderful enough. "Time at the spa," does not cover it at all. So anyway, he picked me up. In my car. Which had a brand new stereo in it. Crazy! He had had it installed while I was getting my rub down. It has iPod and Bluetooth capabilities. I feel so fancy driving down the street knowing all the stereo power I hold. Made me think, "Boy- I'd better go get this car a tune up or something. I want to keep it around."

Man- it sounds like I'm just bragging. The truth is, I was overwhelmed. It was a beautiful day. And remember how I said that I had been freaking out? Well, I wigged out that morning. In fact, my waking up to the rose petals was after I had gone back to bed for a re-do on the waking up. Trevor must really like me. I was awful before that. I can't thank my lucky stars enough for that man.

   When we got home from my birthday surprise, we started getting ready for the party. SOOO many wonderful people were there. I felt special. I felt loved. I felt less spazzy about the 29 thing. We laughed, talked, ate, played games.....at the end of the evening, Trevor put Wayne's World on the big screen out back, and we sat under the stars watching it (plus some episodes of The Simpsons). What a perfect day.

BFFs. Some of the most wonderful people I have ever met. Priscilla came all the way up from LA to come to my party, and Jess and Adam took a night away from their small human to come. Love them.