More testing and My Birthday!!!

More testing was supposed to happen today but insurance shenanigans happened and it all had to be pushed out till the 20th. Which is bittersweet. Would love to be done with it but a break is nice too. Especially since I tested positive for strep...again.....yesterday.

But my birthday is coming up next Monday which I can't wait for! I love my birthday. It's such an amazing day. I survived another year and this next year has the potential to be even more amazeballs than this year!! So much fantastic to be had and I'm going to enjoy every minute of it.

Love you guys and hope you have a fabulous start to December!!


Decadently Yours,
Jennifer Kacey

Jennifer Kacey is a writer, mother, and business owner living with her miniman in Texas. She sings in the shower, plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. The best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle for anything less.

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It's My Birthday!

My mom created this bit of loveliness.

Yep. Last Thursday April 2nd was my birthday. I get very squiggly when it comes to birthdays. On the one hand I enjoy celebrating the day of my birth. However... I hate aging. Hate it. I will not age quietly into the night and will fight it every step of the way.

Rebecca made me a cake!

Some people say I shouldn't worry about growing older. With age comes wisdom and la-dee-da. I still detest it. Why? I have found that people as a society judge each other too harshly on age. There are expectations associated when you've reached a certain age. Oh, you should have done this by now. Married by now. Your career should be here, you should/should not dress like that, and your life as a whole should be there. I do not like that. I want to be me and not have to change because I've reached a certain number of years. If I am to change and evolve as a person, it will be based on experiences and not because the calender of my life has cycled so many times.

The girls know me so well.

Dutch Apple Pietini. Yep.

How did I celebrate without focusing on the growing older aspect? With friends and family. Just as one should. On Friday my writer friends converged with my non-writing friends for drinks and laughter. Most of that laughter was directed at me when I enjoyed one cocktail too many. Don't worry, I had a designated driver, and I wasn't sloppy drunk, only incredibly tipsy. Then on Sunday my family combined Easter with birthdays as my sister and father also have a birthday this week. Nothing crazy. No bashes to end all bashes. Just lots of fun with the people I love


So to my family I say thank you. To Anna Richland, Ronlyn Howe, Rebecca Neumann, Gwen Mitchell, and Kathi Myers, thank you for celebrating with me and being my
friends. I appreciate you more than you could possibly imagine.

Cheers! And here's to another year!

Anna- The Super Diva

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It's My Birthday!!

Some days it seems we live in a society obsesses with telling us what we shouldn't do. There are whole articles written on what you shouldn't blog about, post on Facebook, or Tweet about. There are entire books devoted to social norms that give us advice on how we should best avoid those embarrassing faux-pas. But what always amazes me the most is how society tries to give women a whole new rule book based on our age.

Once you reach a certain age you shouldn't wear short skirts, you shouldn't wear bikini's, you shouldn't keep your hair long, you shouldn't go to rock concerts, you shouldn't eat certain foods, and you most definitely shouldn't enjoy your birthday. Well I say, "Fuck you!" to them all. Yes, I know, women my age aren't supposed to cuss. Get over it.

I've always loved my birthday. It's my favorite day of the year. It's the one day that is completely about me. I get to pick what we eat, I get to decide what we do, I get to tell my house filled with boys that, "Yes, you do have to sit here and watch the Disney princess movie with me. Why? Because it's my birthday!" In short, it's my day. Yet I find as I get older more and more people seem to want to take that day away from me. This year has me thinking about that phenomenon more than any other year. Why? Because next year is, apparently, the last year I'm allowed to age. You see, this year, I turned thirty-eight. And I don't understand why my age is treated like a curse.

I'm proud to be thirty-eight. I survived another year. And that's not a given. My father didn't make it to this age. He was a, burn-bright-die-young, kind of guy. Several of my classmates haven't made it this far. A mother I knew with two small kids died of ALS just this year. Why shouldn't I celebrate and be thankful for being given this year?

For my birthday, I went to see Nine Inch Nails, I dressed in completely age inappropriate clothes, and I ate whatever I wanted. And I had a fabulous time!