However there is one thing I'm not happy about, and that is once my hair was cut it was brought to my attention (by Will) that I have a single grey hair on the top of my head. This is alarming because I don't like to dye my hair (too much work to keep up with it...although I will probably give in once I get greyer) and I would like to have long hair at least once before I go too grey for it to look good long, so as much as I like my short hair now, I need to get growing. I know going for long hair right in the middle of my procreative years will probably only result in me looking disheveled and having tiny fistfuls of hair yanked out on a regular basis, but I am running out of time! I think if I get it trimmed and shaped every couple months I can keep it looking good while it's growing out.
I debuted my new hair to my friends on Friday, which happened to be my "birthday observed", which is what we called the day Will and I set aside to celebrate my birthday in lieu of trying to celebrate it while traveling. Will arranged for everyone to go to Frederick Cellars (Maryland's only urban winery) for a tasting, followed by a yummy dinner at Quynn's Attic (one of my favorite restaurants) and then lattes and drinks at Cafe Nola (one of my favorite bars which also happens to be my favorite coffee shop). Will got a big group together, and it was fun to see some of my out of town friends. Right in the middle of the evening, we met our realtor right in the middle of downtown Frederick (literally on a street corner) and signed all the documentation for a contract on our land! The buyers were anxious to get the contract in writing, so instead of waiting until the next morning, our realtor chased us down while we were out so we could sign everything. I am trying not to get TOO excited because we had a contract on the land in June that fell through, but I'm keeping my fingers crossed that this one works out. So with any luck, by September 15th we will have officially sold it (and we can break open the bottle of champagne that is patiently waiting in the fridge downstairs). Then we can start designing and building our new house! Exciting stuff.
Even MORE exciting, is that one of the gifts my sweet husband got me for my birthday is an introductory flight lesson!!!!!!! I'm going to fly an airplane! And more than that, once I've flown an airplane I am going to take flying lessons so I can get my pilot's license!!!!!! I've often been known to wonder aloud "Wouldn't it be amazing to be able to fly your own plane?", to which my poor, often airsick husband's reply was usually "Not really". But all the same, he has started me down the road to being able to do just that, and I am ridiculously excited! I have to sit down and figure out when a good time to start would be, so that I can get in all the flight time I need in order to earn my license, but for now I'm still just reeling at the thought :-)
And last before I close, I'll mention that I'm starting to learn Spanish. I used my birthday money to buy the whole Learning Spanish like Crazy set, (it looks ghetto, but it's supposed to be even better than Rosetta Stone) and I am now eagerly awaiting its arrival. I took French in high school, mostly because I liked the idea, but now I'm realizing how much more useful it would be to know Spanish. I've been to several Spanish-speaking countries, and I plan to go to more in the future, plus there are more and more Spanish speakers in Frederick. Also, if I decide not to go back to work after my kidlets are in school, I could always go the volunteering route and I think Spanish would be helpful for that too.
The main reason though is that I think I am missing using my brain. Not to the point where I would rather work than stay home playing snuggle bunnies with Emily (that's our game where we wrap up in a soft blanket on the couch and wrestle) but to the point where I'd like to take on a learning project of some sort. I love languages, I think if I lived forever I would make it my goal to learn every language in the world, so this makes sense. And I was shocked the other day to realize the new vet at the practice where we take our dogs is about my age (oh yeah, I am now giving Mingus Benadryl twice a day, eyedrops twice a day, ear ointment once a day, skin wash once a day and ear wash every other day...this freakin' dog is only 6 and already a huge pain in the butt. I can't wait until he's 15). The point being, if I had stayed in school this whole time instead of the whole getting married, working, reproducing route I took, I could be a doctor by now. I am immensely glad that I took the route I did, and there's no way I have what it takes to be a doctor, but it's still shocking to realize I am just about old enough to have completed med school. And I have a grey hair. Did I mention that?
When you order Learning Spanish like Crazy, they send you the 50-CD set in the mail, but right away they let you download a couple lessons to get you started, one of which is "Insultos vulgares". So I'm old enough to be a doctor and have grey hair, but learning to say things in Spanish that I shudder to say in English still sends me into fits of giggles, and the thought of learning to fly makes me dance around like Emily upon receiving her morning banana. They say you're only as old as you feel, and I hope they're right!