19th Birthday Madness

Ahhhh... 19!

Does it feel any different? Only when I think about it. Actually, yes, because my mom gave me pearls. There's something about wearing pearls that instantly makes you feel mature. (We'll skip the part where I beat the heck out of a butterfly pinata last night. Which actually was rather entertaining, seeing as we didn't have a bat, so we just kicked it. Ah, the sight of my mother kicking the crap out of cheerful butterfly... just warms my heart).

Yesterday was FANTASTIC. I thought I was sorta at the time where birthday's just sort of took the backseat-- you know, just sort of family dinner and a few presents. But oh no. My mom went ALL OUT. Actually, my whole family did. Dad's still in California, but he kept texting me videos of a funny birthday card, and sang to me on speaker phone and all that good stuff. He was obviously sad he wasn't there.

K, so I wake up, and my door is plastered in "19!"'s, and I'm like, "Awww, Mom loves me." But oh no. This is just the beginning. Everywhere upstairs there's dozens of "19!" and "Holly's 19!" signs everwhere and ribbons and balloons on the floor FREAKING my grandma's cat out, and the table's all decorated with party hats and streamers and stuff, and my mom's making CINNAMON ROLLS. Now, the fact that she even remembered the fact that I have developed a severe love for them is one thing, but to make them was another.

THEN, she takes me to Macy's to the Mac counter (oh yeah) and she's made an appointment for my to get my makeup done. THEN, she informs me that I get to pick out a freaking buttload of makeup. I now have a three piece set of lips and a five set piece of eyes and mascara. Um, yes please. Did I mention this is Mac? Um... delicious.

Are we finished? Aunt Sue and Uncle Dallas stop by to give me a card (And $20 bucks to Barnes and Noble, baby!) which was incredibly nice. Steph and Greg come over for dinner (TACOS! Which was my choosing, of course. Because I'm that cool.) And after we've gorged ourselves with amazing mexican food, we destroy the absolutely adorable cake that my mom made, and nearly POP eating it (and peanut butter ice cream, mmmmm). Then presents-- I know, right? Steph went online and made me these buttons with all sorts of pictures and sayings and stuff. She ALWAYS gives the coolest presents. Always. Um, and can I just say that she made me a MLIA one? Um, she's the coolest sister EVER.

Then, when I'm thinking we're going to go downstairs to watch Elf or something (my favorite movie of all time), Steph's like, WAIT! THERE'S MORE! Turns out she got tickets to see a show down in Salt Lake (I totally just wrote San Diego. Oh my gosh. I miss California). The show? "STAR WARD." Um, again, yes please. It was totally ridiculous and amazing and Star Wars mixe3d with Mormon humor.

Turns out that the Butterfly Pinata (I'm not sure why I capitalized that) sitting on the mantle? Yeah, not just for decoration. It's stuffed. So we put it on a broom over the stairs and kicked the heck out of that thing. Easily the best part of the day. And my mom being the clever lady that she is, stuffed it with both candy and silly games and stuff. We seriously spent like two hours playing with sticky hands and yo-yo's.

Then it was midnight and I was tired so I sent everyone off to bed. Then I dreamed that I killed Micheal Reyes in a car accident and woke up terribly distraught. Sorry, Mike. I love you. Steph and Greg were gone when I woke up... um,coughcoughatoneo'clockcougcough... and so I came up here to blog.

THANK YOUUUUUUUUUU to everyone that helped make my birthday the best one yet! I feel very, very loved.

I love you Mom!