The ripe age of 24.

January 16th. My day of birth. I mean...I think it makes most sense that mother should celebrate this day, get a cake and receive crazy gifts...after all shes the one who brought me into this world and without her January 16th would be really insignificant. But none the less I celebrate it every year like its my job and as if I had anything to do with this day at all.

This year was no different. Chronilogical birthday festivites, go:

The Friday before my birthday the teachers bought me and another fellow teacher and roommate whose birthday is the 18th (the one and only Tara Beth) a real fancy cake. They sang a variety of birthday songs and then procceeded to decorate our faces and forehead with icing.

On Saturday we went to San Pedro Sula and ate at Appleebees where I received an outstanding cheesecake and they played a happy birthday song over the loud speakers that sounded like a slow, light rock 80's love ballad. The kind of ballad you don't really know what to do with but sway until its over.

The Tuesday after my birthday my kids surprised me with a small birthday party during their Spanish class. It turned into an excuse to smear cake in my face and on their classmates but I didn't care because this made day 3 of birthday festivities. At the end of class we watched a video that one of my 5th grade girls had made me for my birthday. I couldn't believe it. Totally unexpected and unbelievably perfect.