Thirty, Flirty, and Thriving

OK, not really thirty, but thirty-three, flirty, and thriving just didn't have the same ring to it.

OK, not flirty either. Well... except with the one that it's legal for me to flirt with.:)

Hey, I'm keepin' the thriving part. Because I'm striving every day to thrive in this life. In my relationships with Jesus, with my hubs, my kids, my family and friends.


Anyway. Moving right along.


So apparently turning 33 literally did overnight damage, because I could not come up with an interesting way to talk about turning 33 to save my life today. And further evidence of my brain becoming mush would be my lapse in judgement that caused me to ask my relaxed, sleepy hubby at 10 o'clock at night what his thoughts were on the subject.

I mean I love my hubby and all but the blog post ideas,

33 and Lusci*us (yeah, he might be a tad bit biased and um, CRAZY, AND I'm not really sure how I would have followed up the title.),

Famous people in history who have died at age 33 (still wondering how this one is supposed to make me feel better about turning 33),

and 33 Things I love about my hubby (is there some hint hidden in there somewhere?),

hardly constitute a good post idea. No offense honey.


So, with that being said, I'll leave you with a picture from my birthday lunch that my mom treated me to at Chipotle. Thanks, Mom! Yes, it was my first time, and, yes, I big-fuzzy-red-heart Chipotle.

Well, that about sums it up. What, I'm not sure, I'll have to get back to you when I turn ? and find my brain again.

All in all, it was a good day that began with sweet cards from the hubs and kids, lunch with my mom, not lifting a finger in the kitchen to cook or clean, except for the chicklets breakfast (is that bad?), many a birthday wish, dinner out with my family, followed by a free mountainous Mud Pie (Don't blame me there's not a picture of it. Chalk it up to being 33.), and then back to normal life. Normal is good. You won't find me complaining about normal. When you're 33 you'll take "normal" any day.



So here's to being thirty-three, normal, and thriving!

...guess it's not so bad after all.;)