Guess what? Today’s my birthday! Happy birthday to me! I’m 33, which I’m going to consider 1/3 of the way to dead – living to 99 doesn’t sound so bad, so it’s completely non-morbid to think that way, I promise. My boys seem to think I’m having a party, won’t they be disappointed when this doesn’t happen? I think I’ll tell them the 4th of July parade we’re going to on Monday is a celebration for me – that’s what I used to think when I was little – all those fireworks were just for me! In actuality, we celebrated last weekend with my family (my SIL’s birthday was Sunday – happy birthday, Joan!) and at the U2 concert (technically my birthday present from the previous year). Today I’m at work and then lunch with my hubby (at a new-to-me restaurant, Marie Catribs, which I know will be delicious and helps me mark a small think off my list). Then tonight I’m going out with two sweet friends while one of their husbands watches his two boys and our two boys – bless him!
I’m hoping to make it to the farmer’s market tomorrow, church on Sunday, date night Sunday night and a parade on Monday – who knows what else we’ll do, I’m just looking forward to a long weekend! Hope everyone else has fun plans!
Maybe that I’m not a doctor because I was certain that’s what I wanted to be when I was in high school. Though when I changed my major my freshman year of college from pre-med to art (yes, really) and called and told my close high school friend, she said, “Oh, that makes sense, I knew you weren’t going to be a doctor.” Why did she not clue me in sooner? Would have saved me having to get up for my 8 a.m. biology class 4 days a week and from memorizing the Krebs Cycle to the tune of “Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing” (yes, really). Other than that, I think my life has turned out fairly normal, or close to what they would have thought.