Halloween, or what used to be my birthday!

So, I am now another year older. I'm 33. There. I did it. It's posted for all the world to see. I am 33. I. Don't. Feel. 33. My birthday was a complete disaster...it's a long story. I realized after crying 6 times that day that I don't like my birthday and I'd rather celebrate my birthday on a weekend right before or after the actual day. Somehow I have these expectations that brilliant and amazing things are going to unfold before me as the day progresses. Each event more awesome than the one before. NOPE! Why do I do this to myself? I wasn't even aware that I was doing it this year. It just popped up. So, yeah, I cried. ALOT. At the end of the day I went to bed relieved that the day was over. Oh well... the kids had fun and I got to dress up like a pirate with a parrot. Take a look! Sorry so long since the previous post! Emmy was an Arabian Princess and Tim was a Power Ranger.