Three-Zero

So I woke up this morning...

and I was 30.

Backtrack to yesterday (because Austin will be gone all this week) and we had a little celebration thrown by my sweet little (not SO little) family. Austin surprised me with a cookie cake that he and Jake ordered one day while they were off doing secret combinations. Jake picked the butterflies just for me. I also got new under armor running socks, a gift card to Dicks for more workout clothes and an itunes gift card to use for my ipod (can you tell Austin wants me to continue to workout?)

After a beautiful birthday serenade, my grubs drooled over my cookie until they were able to devour their own little section (personally picked out by each individual child).

Austin did the dividing up. I chose the left wing of the yellow butterfly.

Kora chose the entire pink one.

Izey just watched and wondered when he could have some cookie cake.

I got a huge huge huge card from the kiddos and my lover.

The day was perfect and I even got a nap!

Now on to the REAL birthDAY.

WARNING! The following pictures contain some graphic bloody sights.
So Bonnie decided that she was gonna throw me a surprise birthday party tonight. Only problem is, she doesn't have anywhere NEAR the surprise party planning skilz that I do. I ruined the party by inviting the only other friend we share, Amber. Unfortunately, she couldn't make something up about her plans tonight and ended up saying that she was alREADY invited and I just ruined it all. Great. I'm such a dork. I ruin, spill, fall, break, splash, and wreck everything I come in contact with. I really do. Big surprise I ruined the only surprise party I'll probably ever be given. Oh well.

So we all meet at Bonnie's for dinner. She made some super delicious yummy enchiladas (that I meant to take leftovers home but forgot) and even baked a birthday cake for me! All the million kids we have between the three of us played ever so nicely. It was a fabulous evening until once again, I ruined everything.

I had to pee, so I go to the bathroom. Use it. Flush it. Wash hands. Easy, right? Well as I open the door to get out, being the retard that I am, I don't step back far enough to open the door to let me out. Instead I step back about one foot, open the door and JAM the freakin door on my freakin big toe. It hurt like a freakin MOTHER, but I've done this before and just assumed the pain was much worse than the actual injury. Hmm...wrong. I look down at my toe and my toe nail is completely sliced down the middle with either side of the nail open like freakin french doors exposing the raw skin under my nail entirely. Holy crap! I wanted to cry so bad but I had to be tough in front of the girls (I'm a freakin Marine Officer wife for cryin out loud)! My eyes were watering as I held my toe over the trash yelling for Bonnie and Amber to get their buns over to me and look at this mess of blood and toe and nail and more blood. It was so hideous and I can't even describe the pain. It went numb it hurt so bad.

Amber was on the verge of vomiting but she couldn't help but keep coming back to look at it again, it was like a horrible train wreck, she just couldn't take her eyes off of it.

Bonnie, (the future Navy Nurse) went directly into medical mode and grabbed her handy first aid kit and began "surgery" on me. Here's the covered toe...

...and the UNcovered toe. This picture is no where NEAR the true mess it was when it happened. I wish I had a picture of the open french doors my nail was. Amber told me later that she wanted to take a picture but there was just so much drama that she didn't wanna seem rude in the midst of all my excruciating pain. This picture is after Bonnie "closed" the doors, or the nails, together to look normal (or close enough).

When the bleeding stopped Bonnie began her work. She took it seriously, not even a crack of laughter, it was all business. Cuz she's a business woman.

Amber contributed to the drama by being the photojournalist so that every step of the process back to my health was documented. Thanks Amber.


Isaak (or Noah?) was nervous at first.

But after I was all wrapped up, medicated and iced, he knew I'd be okay. Thanks Bonnie!

Thankfully, my little disaster didn't stop the festivities. I sat on the floor with my bulbous foot while Amber and Bonnie created a old lady cake for me. They even SANG!

Me and my fat face blew out the candles. I protected Izey's head from flying wax.

The three Kindergarten princesses even joined in on the song.

I got the piece with the "30" in case I forgot.

Kora took our picture.

Me, Bonnie and Amber (where are you Katrina?)

We fed the babies ice cream and cake (but only when Bonnie wasn't looking).

Amber got me some gifts too! A peacock birthday card, a Jonas Brothers CD and...

(Bonnie ur house looks like a tornado hit it and it's on the internet for everyone to see)

a Camp Rock cozy blankie!!!

What super friends I have, right? WoW am I lucky.

Okay warning, I'm gonna get super sappy but that's only because Bonnie gave me her Percocet and I took 2 of them (even though she said to only take 1) and I'm definitely feeling the love of the pain pills right now with the tingly fingers and dry mouth, awww...good feelings.

I have been SO blessed to make such GREAT friends since moving here. I can't believe how close I feel to these girls that I've known for such a short period of time. I don't know if it's the military bond or what, but I love knowing that I have this little extended family of mine that will do SO much for me whenever I need them or even just for fun to make me happy. Thank you girlies so much for being so fun to hang out with. You are way more than I could ask for, what a great birthday this was because of you :)