So today is my birthday! I love my birthday, doesn't bother me one bit I'm getting older. I think I was the first human being on earth who was thrilled to turn 30. I felt legit, no longer was I embarrassed to admit I had six kids (all by the time I was 27). People would say, "oh (eyebrows raised), you have six kids, you look way too young. How old are you?" and then I would sheepishly tell them I was somewhere under 30. Then the audible gasp and the sheer wonder on their faces as to how on earth I birthed all these children especially since some are sooo brown. The next question of course was, "is your husband black?", the reply would be,..."uhhh, nope, what was your name, I don't believe I know you?" But when I could finally say with confidence, "I'm 30", the questions seemed to end somewhat, mind you, only in Utah could you really find a thirty year old with six kids. Yep, 30 was my friend, Barnum and Bailey packed up when I turned the big 3-0. How old am I now? 35 and I have 7 kiddos the last one is brown and I'm still married to Travis, the love of my life, and he's whiter than a fish belly.
Speaking of Travis, the love of my life. Guess what he got me for my birthday????????????????
I KNOW RIGHT!!!!! ISN'T SHE BEAUTIFUL! SHE'S OLDER THAN DIRT AND HIPPER THAN HIP!!!! I am in love, she's been on my wish list for a v-e-r-y long time, the coolest part is I really had no clue she was comin' to the Parry Plantation. My hubby is a keeper, I think I will make him some minke boxers on this cutie of mine, hee, hee! I am more than giddy, I can't wait to get my hands on her. She is in transit to my house right now as I type. I am in California at the Spindrift Inn on Cannery Row, the hubby makes a huge to do for my b-day ya know. He's just so darn grateful that I entered this world (that's what he told me today...so sweet I know). Anywholoo, she needs a name. I name all my machines, do you? If you don't you should. In celebration of my good fortune, we are going to have a HUGE giveaway. How about, hmmm.....3 yards of free fabric to 5 lucky winners, all because I am 35! We'll call this game, "It's all in the name".
Here's the rules:
Tell me about your name. Don't be shy. Then tell me what we should name my new machine. Here I will go first...My name is Shasta. I was named after the Liger in Hogle Zoo. She is now dead, living in a glass case at the Bean Museam in Provo, Utah. I have no clue why the Liger inspired my dad, but oh well. Something to do with the fact, she was the first born in captivity. Hmm...never really realized the irony there. My dad...felt trapped, captive, stuck, aaaahhhh! Okay, I will end the psychobabble there. Anyway, so I hated my name growing up. Don't mind it now, it's a great conversation starter. I mean really, why couldn't I be named Marci, or Stephanie, or Sandi (I desperately wanted to marry Danny). Not to be, that's just the way it rolled out. I will say this though, if my sweet momma (if you're reading this mom, I love you. It's okay, you were young) had won the name game I would have ended up with these beauties:
SharlyLace yep, one word. I would've been a stripper with that name.
BobbyJo...I would've lived in a...never mind.
So, tell me about your name and most importantly the name of the my cutiepatooty! We'll close this contest this coming Monday. Happy Birthday to me, happy birthday to me.....Shasta :o)