Gemini Girl

Still trying to nurse a hangover from last night.

Usually I don’t enjoy my birthday too much- I always expect too much and nothing happens at all. This year was so completely different, it really was my most enjoyable birthday in years!

So it was a rainy day in NYC, but I managed to get a seat on the subway(when it rains the train is packed with no standing room).

 Score!

I was ordering my usual Iced coffee with soy milk from Starbucks (milk doesn’t agree with me too much in the AM- you know what I mean), when I was informed they were out of soy milk. I was sad. Then I proceeded to tell the barista (you, know- THIS ONE) that it was my birthday. He decided that any coffee I wanted that day would be free (of course dude- you totally feel bad from last year!). So free coffee day!

Once at work a co-worker of mine had surprised me with birthday cupcakes:

My initial

Shortly thereafter, I received these:

Flowers &Balloon from my secret admirers

If pple didnt know it was my birthday- they did then.

Initially, I thought my husband was being sweet (he sent me flowers & chocolate on Monday to have the whole birthday week)- but it wasn’t.

 It was from these sexy people:

I was totally posing & forget to make a wish damn it!

I got home and saw that my husband had cleaned 90% of the house (10% is the bedroom of horrors, which I don’t blame him for not venturing into- as he wouldn’t have returned)

I also saw that the lovely man had strung up balloons! Of course, he didn’t actually go out to buy them- he used the girls first birthday balloons, but was a bit creative:

scotch taped a paper with the number 28

At this point, we got gussied up for a night on the town. My mother came to my home to babysit the girls, looked me in the eye and DID NOT wish me a happy birthday. Thanks mom- for always being consistent with your lack of mothering.

We met up with a few friends at a new “hip” restaurant called “Sh*ang” & then bar hopped.

Of course, One drink in me and I go from this:

to this:

no idea what I am doing

All in all it was a WONDERFUL day & night spent with friends and loved ones.

I think 28 will be Great after all….

I turn 28 today.

Another year older.

Moi

More cake to eat.

Another birthday candle to make a wish on.

I’ve sort of reclaimed myself this past year.

Last July, a month after I turned 27, I looked in the mirror and didn’t recognize myself.

I was battling PPD/PTSD and was drowning in unhappiness, even though I was finally a mother just like I wanted.

I wasn’t wearing make up, wasn’t getting my hair did like I used to.

I started therapy in July, and slowly I started to heal.

 I realized that I didn’t need to feel the way I was feeling.

I didn’t need to be a prisoner to my pathetic-ness.

I realized that years of being fucked up would not change with the birth of children (on the contrary, It would bring it out to the millionth degree.)

This year, I finally know my self worth.

 I know that- you know what?

 not everything is my fault, not everything in life is perfect.

  Not everything turns out the way you planned.

In my 27th year I :

Still  have no money in my savings account (re: none) ;  I still don’t have a job that I love; I still have not lost all the baby(ies) weight yet (thank you very much);  I am still no longer getting hit on by good looking men ; No, I still do not enjoy being Suzy Homemaker….

BUT

Yes, I have laughed; Yes, I have danced on a stage in a drunken stupor (holiday party); Yes I have cried; Yes, I have thrown food at my mother; Yes, I have kissed my children and grabbed their little fatty behinds;Yes, I have witnessed the kindness of strangers holding up two amazingly strong people who had just lost a child;Yes I have met gone with my gut; Yes I have enjoyed my family.

I am a strong woman. A woman who FINALLY knows her self worth. It only took 28 years.

I am also quite the character

Last night my husband and I whipped out the old home movies and started watching them.

 Now they only goes as far back to Nov 2006, but they are old to us- as in  BEFORE- BABIES.

It was crazy to see a few things:

1) How skinny I was.

2) How boring and uneventful our lives were pre- children

3) How cute I was as a pregnant lady

4) How funny my grandmother was.

5) How  TINY my girls were when they were first born. No joke- Neve looked like an alien. No, really. A face only a mother could love

6) How skinny I was. Oh, did I mention that already?

The nicest thing to watch was the first (and only) video we took of me pregnant. I was 2 months along and my tummy was already showing, since I was skinny (skinny to me anyway!). I was beaming. I asked my husband in the video if he was happy we were having twins and who he thought they would look like. The date stamp showed June 1st, 2007- two years to the DAY! It was crazy to watch and to internalize just how much has gone on in 2 years.

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On Friday night I watched the movie “P.S I Love You”. It dragged a little bit in the beginning and I wasn’t loving Hillary Swank as a romantic lead. I was HOWEVER loving Gerard Butler and Jeffery Dean Morgan. All I can say is  *sigh* *swoon* *Calgon take me away*

P.S I love You

P.S You're hot.

A man with dimples..

I realized that I may have made a mistake marrying a non-Irish man since I MELT when I hear them speak. They would be able to say just about anything to me  like “Make me dinner woman” and i would always answer ”Ok -Whatever you say”….

The movie was also shot on location in Ireland and it looked BEAUTIFUL and breathtaking. The rolling green hills were gorgeous.

Then yesterday in my inbox, an email from TravelZ00 popped up. It said “Ireland from NY for $299″. That my friends was a sign that I could not ignore.

I decided to right there and then book it- my husband and his frugal ways be damned! I have never been to Europe yet, and frankly- it’s one of my life’s dreams. I would love to travel the world.

I also love being impulsive.

The lowest fares were available during wintertime, which i was willing to do. So it is decided- we leave in February for 4 nights. I know it’s 8 month away, but it gives me something to look forward to… just knowing that I am actually going to Europe makes me super happy.

One of my zillion cousins actually lives in Ireland on and off throughout the year, and she will be there in February. She has offered to take us everywhere and show us what tourists don’t usually see- which is great.

Now she’s a smart one- she snagged an Irish fella.

*stolen from my cousin's facebook page*