35th birthday suckfest.

That's all there is to it.

My dad and step momster met me the Sunday before at Armadillo Palace, one of my favorite places, so that was nice. My dad's birthday is two days after mine, so we usually meet for lunch or dinner the week of to celebrate and exchange gifts.

That Monday I worked and went to the gym, so nothing special there. Tuesday, the 7th, was my birthday. I brought my lunch because it was a little presumptuous to assume my boss would be taking me to eat since it hadn't been mentioned before. I turned down a couple of offers for dinner because I signed up for boot camp and was going to follow through with that commitment, no matter what else came up. I got to boot camp at 6:00, but we weren't scheduled to start until 6:15. I sat there until 6:20 waiting. No one else ever showed up. I was LIVID. Turns out they had combined the beginners class with the regular, but no one had informed me of this. I ended up leaving there and going to the gym which I guess was better than nothing. I had hummus, pita chips and carrots for dinner. Big time birthday dinner, huh?

My mom and I had plans to go to dinner Wednesday but she canceled on me. Typical. I still haven't gotten so much as a card from her. Isn't that nice? I hadn't brought gym clothes with me so I ended up treating myself to a manicure and a pedicure. I've decided that since I don't have anyone to buy the things I want as gifts, then I will just buy them myself. Hence the BEAUTIFUL Coach purse and matching Platinum Keurig.

This was my first birthday without my grandma. Her card was the one card I could count on to be in my mailbox the day before my birthday, and I never realized just how much I looked forward to that card until I didn't get it. I don't think I got a single birthday card in the mail, come to think of it. I'm usually okay being single, but when birthdays and holidays roll around, it sucks. I want that one person in my life that would make those days special.