Let me kick off with this birthday card Brendon made for me a few days ago, after I threatened to cancel his birthday party due to consistent rotten banana behavior on his part. He captured me pretty well in that moment. Dilated pupils of anger (and extra caffeine), workout clothes, check!, and flipping double birds (clearly he sensed my mental state). But what about the hair? Is this a prediction of my future? Oh golly. Or does it look that bad on a daily basis?
So it’s official, I’m 40. Not sure I ever thought what it would be like to be 40. I remember my parents turning 40, since I was 20 and 22 when it happened. I don’t remember thinking they were OLD. Just older. And I never thought to ask how they felt.
It’s hard to describe 40. Truly it is a new stage in life. You really don’t care about the things you really fretted over in your 20s or even early 30s. You just accept it, move on and hope nobody accuses you of either trying to stay young or heaven forbid, actually being old.
The gate guards have been breaking me in these past two years with all their ma’am talk. Never have I been called that so regularly at any other duty station. And truthfully, it isn’t the number so much as my body deciding to make changes all on its own, with no regard for my diligent dietary and fitness pursuits. Oh well. I could go on. You know old people like to do that. But I won’t. I’ll just be 40 and happy to be healthy! with my family and friends around to keep me keepin’ on.
** Cheers to the new race bracket!!**
Speaking of friends. I found this buttercream recipe surfing around for some decorating inspiration after Payge talked some sense into me. I divulged my plans to attempt a Lego cake for Brendon’s birthday. Who do I think I am? Chef Duff? Basic cake Toni. Basic! We don’t need to make a cameo on a Pinterest fails post alongside those corn dog muffins. I happened upon this buttercream frosting. It is the BEST I have ever made – there have been MANY!!! And as a side note: What am I going to do without Ms. Payge? I want to cry typing this. She has saved me in only a way a true friend can. Say, from coming across the finish line with boogers on my face in our last half marathon. I’m going to miss this woman terribly.
Here is the link to the recipe: Cooking Classy.