I turned 30 and all I got was this awesome weekend

So I'm 30 now.

And it totally rocks my socks.

On Friday I went with my Twitter ho Kim to Lord of the Skins in Joondalup to get a tattoo. I'm told, by a certain 20 year old who shall remain nameless, that I'm not allowed to call it ink, that it's akin to an oldie saying LOL and thinking it means lots of love. It shits me when that happens and I don't want to be lumped in to that category. It's like the time I saw on Facebook how my friend's mother in law wrote on her wall "We have to put Fido down today, the cancer has returned. LOL."

Because cancer in dogs is just fucking hilarious, obviously. But i digress, back to the ink tattoo.

I wasn't nervous seeing as it is my second tattoo (having a tramp stamp), but i was afraid of flinching. Needn't have worried, I didn't even realize Brizzy had started - see that, we're on a first name basis now. All I could feel was the vibration and I was waiting for the scratch only to be told he'd nearly finished the first letter. Which is of course proof that I have super human pain threshold levels obviously... and all of a sudden I want to say "Save the cheerleader, save the world".

Sitting in a chair for 45 minutes would have been boring with out Kim and the fact that he brought along a birthday present for me, opened it and started playing with it. And by playing with it I mean shooting me.

My first ever Nerf Gun at 30. Awesome!

 The tattoo! I'm in love with it!

Fast forward through a few boring bits like making sushi and cakes and blah blah blah and hey presto it's the next day. My 30th birthday! Tricky, as usual, woke up around 6am for a feed but then I handballed him and went back to bed - my birthday present from Map Guy was a sleep in and it was AWESOME! Well my real present was our holiday last month, so he wasn't allowed to get me anything else.

I only decided a few weeks ago to have a little party and decided a sunset BBQ at the beach would be perfect. Good friends, a kick arse outfit, sausages, kebabs, salad (that no one ate - because you don't make friends with salad) and an amazing view. What more could I ask for?

The birthday outfit. Am now a fashion blogger.

Well, a cake a suppose. It's not called Cake Day for nothing, right?

What happens when one of the Ps from your

Happy Birthday candles snaps? You improvise!!!

One of my friends commented (nicely) that the cake was quite plain with it's stark white fondant and a rim of coloured chocolate bits around the edge so I nonchalantly said that I only wanted a plain cake, didn't want to make a fuss... then I cut it open and the ooohs and aaaaahs were amazing. I could feel my domestic goddess points going up and up and up right then and there.

The Rainbow Cake of Awesome!

 Wait, let's see that a little closer:

Oooohhh yeaaaahhh. Not so plain now!

It was a brilliant day, an amazing night and it's going to be a great year! Thanks so much for all the wishes, I feel spoiled!!!

P.S. Happy 2nd Blogiversary to me!
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