¡Feliz Cumpleaños!

Happy Birthday to my sister!

Yeah... OK... it's my birthday too.

We are 26 today and officially in our late-twenties. Everyone keeps saying that I could consider it my mid-twenties but I prefer to feel older rather than younger to make up for my lack of maturity. :)

We celebrated on Saturday with some friends and family at Fiesta Azteca. It was great. My mom had decorated the room with banners and tied Mylar balloons to the arms of our chairs.

When we were younger, my mom would spent all day in the kitchen making us these elaborately decorated cakes for our birthday. Every year on our birthday, my sister and I would look forward to seeing what kind of cakes my mom had made for us. My favorite was a cake in the shape of "Strawberry Shortcake" that she made on our 4th birthday.

Years ago, by the time everyone gathered around to sing "Happy Birthday," I had already put myself into a such a sugar induced coma after eating handfuls of frosting that I don't actually remember hearing the people sing to us.

My mother hadn't made us our cakes in at least 10 years so I was surprised when she texted me Saturday morning and asked me what kind of cake I wanted and when I arrived at the restaurant, I was pleased to see a homemade carrot cake sitting on the table. Another thing I remember about my childhood birthdays is having to share a party with my sister. We would each invite 2 or 3 friends and have a slumber party. We did this every year until we were probably 14-years-old. The older we got the more drama ensued at these parties because we had completely different groups of friends. Besides the adolescent quarrels, I don't think I ever really minded sharing a party that much. I was so used to it that I don't think I would've been able to handle having that much attention all to myself.

Now that I am much older, and make an effort not to overdose on frosting, I also realize the anxiety and embarrassment I would have to endure if I had to sit through the birthday song all by myself.
















<span style=";">Happy Birthday to my sister! Yeah... OK... it's my birthday too. We are 26 today and officially in our late-twenties. Everyone keeps saying that I could consider it my mid-twenties but I prefer to feel older rather than younger to make up for my lack of maturity. :) We celebrated on Saturday with some friends and family at Fiesta Azteca. It was great. My mom had decorated the room with banners and tied Mylar balloons to the arms of our chairs. When we were younger, my mom would spent all day in the kitchen</span><span style=";"> making us these elaborately decorated cakes for our birthday. </span><span style=";">Every year on our birthday, my sister and I would look forward to seeing what kind of cakes my mom had made for us. </span><span style=";">My favorite was a cake in the shape of "Strawberry Shortcake" that she made on our 4th birthday.</span> <span style=";"> </span><span style=";">Years ago, by the time everyone gathered around to sing "Happy Birthday," I had already put myself into a such a sugar induced coma after eating handfuls of frosting</span><span style=";"> that I don't actually remember hearing the people sing to us.</span><span style=";"> </span><span><span><span>My mother hadn't made us our cakes in at least 10 years so I was surprised when she texted me Saturday morning and asked me what kind of cake I wanted and when I arrived at the restaurant, I was pleased to see a homemade carrot cake sitting on the table. </span> <span>Another thing I remember about my childhood birthdays is having to share a party with my sister. We would each invite 2 or 3 friends and have a slumber party. We did this every year until we were probably 14-years-old. The older we got the more drama ensued at these parties because we had completely different groups of friends. </span> <span>Besides the adolescent quarrels, I don't think I ever really minded sharing a party that much. I was so used to it that I don't think I would've been able to handle having that much attention all to myself. Now that I am much older, and make an effort not to overdose on frosting, I also realize the anxiety and embarrassment I would have to endure if I had to sit through the birthday song all by myself. </span> <img src="http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/junebugfl82/kimkrisbday1.jpg" /> <img src="http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/junebugfl82/kimkrisbday2001.jpg" /> <img src="http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/junebugfl82/kimkrisbday2.jpg" /> <img src="http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/junebugfl82/kimkrisbday2002.jpg" /> <img src="http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/junebugfl82/kimkrisbday2003.jpg" /> <img src="http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/junebugfl82/kimkrisbday2010.jpg" /> <span style=";">ahhh... you gotta love the eighties.</span></span></span>Ahhh... You gotta love the eighties.




Our 26th birthday. 9/9/08