Couture Lollipops and Turning 33

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I saw this pic yesterday of Kim Kardashian with a Sugar Factory Lolli and it made me smile! I may not look like Kim, but I have my own Sugar Factory Couture lollipop. It's basically just a rhinestone-encrusted stick that has a giant yummy lollipop that screws into it. Once you're done with the sucker part, you unscrew it from the stick, throw it out, and put another one in. The one I bought is pink, and I love it!

If you're wondering how much these things costs, I'll tell you what I paid in Las Vegas. (I think Kim in the picture is celebrating a grand opening of the store in Los Angeles.) My couture lollipop from the Sugar Factory cost $23. Yes, yes, I know, it's incredibly silly and indulgent, but isn't that what being in Vegas is all about? The sucker refills were $12 for a pack of three.

So far, I ate one of the suckers on my wedding night and haven't had one of the refills yet. Maybe my 33rd birthday calls for another sucker :). I am heading home to Georgia this morning (my back, mercifully, is feeling so much better so far this morning) to be with my family. So many January birthdays, especially with the addition of Sami last year! It should be a fun time, so I am looking forward to it. Of course, this will also be the first time I am away from G since he became my husband, so that's sad and I'll miss him, but at least it is only a few days.

As far as turning 33 goes, I'm not exactly thrilled about it. I keep thinking that I wish I was only turning 23. I wish I had found G sooner and made better choices earlier on. 33 feels so old in some ways. It's not fair for us women who have a biological clock that ticks and counts down our years of child-bearing possibilities. Just about everyone I know already has a kid, and I'm just not sure I'm ready yet...but 33 means only so many years left to go down that path. Then again, there are still years and there's no rush. I just tend to freak out on my birthdays these days. So... 33. I guess now that I've added some more double letters to my name (and since I took my maiden name on as my middle name legally), now I have four sets of double letters in my full name. Might as well as a double age to that mix. Maybe there's some sort of magic in that. Maybe this is the year that I become the person I know I can be. My birthday is coming either way, so I might as well view it as some magical age that will help to bring awesomeness into my life :).

One thing is for certain: I am coming into this age happier than I have been in a very long time. My wonderful husband has a lot to do with that. :) And so does, perhaps, my couture lollipop.