It's my party

Yesterday I turned 27. It was a great day. I left work a little early to get a massage - thanks to the gift certificate my sister-in-law gave me for Christmas. It. was. phenominal. I was a little nervous going into it. Only because the woman I talked to made a big deal about whether or not I was comfortable with a male massage therapist. But after a few minutes, it coulda been a monkey and I wouldn't have cared. I can definitely see why some people get massages regularly.
After Rod at Blades Massage turned me into jello, I had a terrific dinner with Ryan's sister and her family. There was even cake and ice cream...


Key word: WAS cake and ice cream. :-) This is what's left over. And you can't prove I had a huge piece after I took this picture...

I love getting mail, and when someone remembers me on my birthday it makes me feel like the most special person in the world. And I got even more ecards, Facebook messages and email birthday wishes. (The green card on the left says "Oh, poop! Another birthday..." Cracks me up!)


Ryan did GOOD this year! I may or may not have hinted at it last weekend. Monday he started planning a little weekend getaway for us. Reserved a hotel room. Researched places to eat and things to do. I'm so very excited. We aren't going far, but we haven't gotten out of town just the two of us in... a long time.

And it continued. He came home the night before my birthday with a present wrapped in a blue shop towel and tied with a shoe string. Had Ryan written all over it. He bought me a thumb drive so I'd quit stealing his drive. The day of my birthday he gave me a new Willow Tree angel - "The sign of love".

My sister-in-law knows I have a slight obsession with old fashioned printing presses and type set from my newspaper days. She scrounged antique stores on her day off to find me three printer blocks with old newspaper ad plates. This one is for "Concentrated Super Suds."

It was a great way to kick off my 27th year. I certainly don't feel old, but the big 3-0 is looming even closer. Guess that means I've got a lot to do in the next three years!