Birthday Blues

I'll turn 31 in 10 days time. That's 9 years away from 40! And considering 60 is a reasonable life-span given the quality of life these days, that makes me middle-aged! God, is this all very promising...

I'm not paranoid of aging ( yeah, yeah sister, who are you kidding. Read the first 4 lines of your post). I have never been the hair, make-up and designer wear kind anyway, obsessed with looking good. For someone who is ( soon to be!) a mom of two, I'm in pretty nice shape, which I pin down to good genes, exercise and recklessly eating chocolates. No bat's wings, thunder thighs, sagging unmentionables. Err, fore or rear.( As for the crow's feet, laugh lines and that one mysterious gray hair that surfaced six months ago, I have accepted all of them with the grace of a Zen Master). So, it is not like each additional year accumulated has treated me badly. It is just a psychological thing. I had a whole probationary year sitting on the fence. 30. Now, I have been shoved to the other side. That's all. It feels weird. And at least I am honest about it!

My 29th birthday was fun. My brother and friends threw a surprise party for me. I found some crazy snaps. These days, I am into snaps for some reason...Good times with my bro...

The two of us. Same nose, hair and attitude. Just 7 years apart. One of those rare occurrences in nature.


Cock eyes apart, is that one candle?



Where's the knife? On second thoughts, never mind. I think I'll go for it with my Indira Gandhi razor nose!



See, that's called a nose-job!



Photo for the hubby. Hint hint, male brain...

30th birthday was at home. I baked the cake. No, that's not a fissure. It's a golden Chinese Snake. Seriously. I was born in the Year of the Snake, so I thought I would artistically render it on a cake that marked a landmark year in my...... Oh well, that was a desperate try, heh heh...

That was the icing on the cake...




And that was the little pink cherry on the icing...