Happy Birthday to Me

Today was my 38th birthday. I share this day with my grandmother. I am her first grandchild and born on her birthday ... what a great birthday present!lol My day started at 3am when my cell phone kept going off. The damndest thing, it said the calls were originating from MY phone. Go figure. We were asleep and the phone was in my purse beside the bed on the floor. :-s After tossing and turning for an hour and not going back to sleep, I got up to keep from waking Steven who had to get up at 5:20 am to go to work. I went downstairs, watched TV, fixed his lunch and started a load of laundry. I tried to go back to bed after Steve left but around 8/8:30 my sister and niece called to say, "Happy Birthday!" Steve called at 8:39 to wish me a happy birthday and this morning before he left for work he sang to me. I recieved a card from my grandmother and Steven's Aunt Arlene. My mom called twice. She had a date tonight. Steven took us out to dinner to an indian place I have wanted to try. "Taste of Tandorr" was the name. I was surprised as the restaurant is in a litle shopping center. I was not expecting such a nice place. Small tables with dressed waiters and settings for a formal dinner. Steve had "lamb stuff" (I just asked what he had and that is what he said) Colby had the Logan Josh, I had he tandorri chicken. It was good food. Not the best I have had, but it was good. I would go back again. This is where the civility stops. In an ethnic restaurant operated by those persons frpm India, of course they have an accent. When asked what her beverage would be Gracie wanted to know if they had slurpees as if we were at the 7-11! LMFAO When Colby ordered she wanted to point at the menu so she wouldn't mess up the native tongue. The waiter was flirting a bit and had her read the menu items to him, much to her embarrassment. You can surely imagine the jokes about 'native tongue' Steven came up with and none of them involved speaking or language. He is so bad. We returned home and waited 30 minutes to have dessert. Steven and Colby had every intention of making me a chocolate/chocolate mousse cake with raspberry cream. I had a chocolate cake with raspberry mousse icing. Most of the icing had slid off the too warm cake and pooled in the edges of the cake plate. The top layer was cracked, and the mousse still had the raspberry seeds in it. Bless their hearts, they tried and that is what matters. They tried to give me my favorite cake on my birthday. Doesn't really matter what it looked like or tasted like. The thought was sinfully delicious. Thank goodness it is friday night. I have been ready for the weekend for days now. We have to make a trip to the Salvation Army sometime this weekend. I cleaned out the closets and drawers and got rid of everything they couldn't or wouldn't wear. There has to be 5 or 6 rather large bags of clothing and shoes to be donated. The week before last we had them pick up a glass top table and 4 chairs, a corner TV stand and a VCR/DVD rack. The house is finally taking real shape with room to grow in. I am stuffed to the gills. I had far too much to eat. See ya'll tomorrow.