My actual birthday started off pretty shitty. I had just found out about my bad grades the night before. I was spending the day alone. That morning I woke up late and was late for work. WORK?! On my BIRTHDAY?! That was a bad way to start the day off anyway! Then I had to go to CLASS. ALL.DAY. Thursdays are like the days that never end for me because I start work between 5:30-6am, have physiology class from 8-9am, have a meeting with our program advisor from 10-11am, followed by histology lecture and lab from 1-5pm. I'm exhausted and then I get home and the dogs are absolute hoodlums by the time I get home because they have been cooped up in the apartment all day long. So they annoy the shit out of me.
Luckily, my sweet Bobster was thinking about me and on my birthday I got a call from a florist letting me know that I was not home when he tried to make a deliver. Well no shit. I called back and they let me know that I had 15 minutes to come by and pick them up from their store. Thanks guys, great customer service. But I NEEDED these flowers today. So I hurried in through crazy traffic and finally made it there to have the lady be a jerkface. Oh well. I still got pretty flowers!
I promptly passed out by 7pm from my sugar coma. Wild night.
When I went to Alabama the following week, I got to see my best friend and we went out for pizza at Mellow Mushroom and afterwards we walked to the truck and she showed me this huge ass box. In this box was 30 things for my 30th birthday! She picked up some of my favorite candies, a Colts blue scarf (which I wear every Friday), snacks for school, pens & notepads... I mean a little bit of everything! How thoughtful is she?!
I even got an elephant necklace to represent Alabama from my sister and some gloves that let me still use my touchscreen phone from my mom. I'm sure those will come in handy when it gets super cold in Indy and I'm still checking all my social media. #addicted
And right around my birthday I made a bet with a dog rescue friend that lives in Washington that the Colts could be the Seattle Seahawks. And what fun is a bet without a wager? So we bet a $5 Starbucks gift card - because he couldn't mail me a drink. Well, I won! And to sweeten the deal since it was my birthday, he made it a fatter gift card. So I'm still enjoying caramel apple spice's and cake pops! Thanks Howard!
And I didn't get this for my birthday, but I'm kinda counting it as a birthday gift because Tiffany is just that sweet! We were talking about Scentsy one day and I told her I had never used it. Since she loves it, she decided to send me a warmer and a scent she thought I would love! That's just how awesome she is!
I am so thankful for the people in my life and to have them think about me! Even though my actual birthday kinda sucked, these people definitely made it better!
I am still accepting birthday gifts for the rest of the year. I mean, I have lived for 30 years, ya know. I am definitely accepting any fancy things that I can't afford that all you bloggers talk about like Phillip Lim's bags and boutique clothing, but I will settle for food so I don't have to eat ramen noodles every week.