My Dirty 30.

So this is what I did for my 30th birthday. Feel free to feel sorry for me or laugh a long but dude this has been the most successful birthday in years.

Friday- Woke up at 5 am in the morning fed baby watched my husband go out the door to be enlisted into the National Guard.

Baby and I go back to sleep until 730. Get boys up and going take them to school.

Gas up car head out to Fairchild air force base to pick up Chris and go shopping.

Get to Fairchild to get a call saying the meps building is not on base and that its not that far away.

get to meps building. Find out that they have been waiting to swear Chris in until I got there. One I am not dressed, I don't like to cry in places I don't know around people I don't know.Chris tells them that I don't want to be there, but was told that crying is just a sign of how patriotic I am by the recruiter.... JERK FACE.

Go shopping make the food bill go from 200.10 to 178 with coupons. GO ME.

Get kids from school, pack up for a weekend with grandparents, get stuff for BBQ, and hang out with family and friends.

Baby not liking all the people are in my parents house, not to mention that my mother and grandmother gave my little girl a combination of butter cream frosting and jarred green beans.... yeah.... about that?

Opened my presents and found two tickets for WEST SIDE STORY!!!!!!!!! OMG! Not to forget the original Tron DVD. Enter Nerd squeal here.

Angie, Trampas, Josh, Chris and I go downtown to meet my friends Janet and Katie at the pub ale house. followed by car bombs at the best Irish pub in all of Spokane.

Saturday- Wake up at 8 am with a hang over from two drinks. Chris and I meddle along trying to find something to do. Find out that my sons had everything but the clothes for their stay. Open the bag and find one set of PJs, shorts tanks and no socks.... uh... yeah...fail.

Skip the movie that we were planning to see, go have Ivars, and Ivars NEVER AGAIN.

Check in. Upgraded to the parlor suite for FREE. Hang out in the room until Angie get there and go to Silverwood.

Park at Silverwood. Walk to Silverwood. Get tickets to Silverwood and get scared out my mind my this one creature that was lurking around worse than Paris Hilton the crack pipe. In the park for 20 minutes.... Angie rolls her ankle. Poor Angie was a Lt. Dan stand in for the whole night. Wait for an hour for the train it was fun, fire balls, British gunnery with a fake 50 Kal in the crows nest above us, The David Tennant look at like as Captain, and COLD. Start waiting to go into the Terror Canyon listen to these little teenager asshole say "take it up the butt" I yell nut up or shut up. Go through the tunnel and scream louder than I have in  years. Spider, rats, pig people, chain saws, and body bags. I was having a good time until the room of body bags.... claustrophobic... not good. The tunnel was a strange vision deliverance and a Dr. Who episode.... I hope those stupid teenagers got take from behind from papa pig because they had a pretty mouth.  Chris goes on tremors and the backwards timber terror, chickens out on panic plunge. Had to walk thought the killer clowns carnival and scream three more times a long the way to the parking lot. Scarywood is fun but not worth 35 admission, they didnt even have food.

Sunday- Today- JACK SHIT. NADA. I did nothing. I was lazy.

HAPPY 30TH BIRTHDAY TO ME.