So my birthday was last sunday....

Lets start with friday, picture this:
I'm sick with a nasty headcold since wednesday, as is Ruby. Now my mom has offered to take the kids for most of the weekend so Friday evening the four of us start heading towards Redwood City, thinking that after dropping of the kids Colin and I will go out for a nice quiet dinner. Well we haven't yet gotten onto 17 and Maggie says her stomach hurts, really hurts, she thinks she may throw up any moment hurts. We turn around, head home and spend the weekend either being sick or taking care of sick people, by the end of the weekend Ruby is the only one not wanting to lie around all day moaning or sleeping. My sister, Kevin and her daughter, Kira come over and make some soup for dinner on Sat, come back over Sunday and reheat the soup while Colin Ruby and Maggie have made a cake. On sunday I head out early to Half Moon Bay to drop off a goat, pick up a chick, and check in on a gallery hanging that I have 4 prints in, I return home to more sickness feeling pretty punk myself. These rocks in my head don't seem to be going away anytime soon. I had asked for the day off work on monday since the day before was my bday, much to my boss' shagrin, and I spent the day doing chores taking a few picture and deciding not to make the 1 1/4 hour drive to school, instead going to watch my kids gymnastics lesson. When we get home I do not pass go, I head directly to my bed and aside from a couple of potty breaks, spend the next 13 1/2 hours sleeping. I woke up feeling...well, sick of course.

So far for my birthday I have received a MAC eyeshadow in a pretty blue, a ceramic hand-colored rabbit from Ruby, and I hear on thursday I will have 10 graduated stock panels delivered!