So, I'm 30 now. Well, technically, I will be around 1:45 PM, but for all intents and purposes I'll just go ahead with it. Anyway, make all the jokes you will, and believe me, I've heard them all, but I'm kind of happy to be 30. Growing up, when I pictured my adulthood, everything great would happen when I was 30 or older. Given that my 20's have a big "needs improvement" sign hanging over them, I'm hoping my little girl ideology was right.
Anyway, I didn't start this post to wax poetic about my age. I started this post because I remembered what I was doing this time, last year: catching huge frogs. OK, catching one tiny frog, but whatever. Yes, I spent the night of my 29th birthday chasing a frog around my house. I thought of that today when Gabby laid on a towel I have by the door and started snapping at something that was hopping around. Deja vu. It turned out to be some little bug. Luckily, the only frog I've seen this year was back in March, and it was stuck to my front door, but I am prepared for another such event.
I'd say maybe 29 came in like a lion and is going out like a lamb, but I don't want to jinx anything...going back and reading that post about the frog and the disaster that was my life, well, I had no idea it was only going to get worse in the months head. Instead, I'm just gonna say life is pretty darn good right now, and I have a good idea of what I want next, but I'm prepared for anything to come my way.
OK, this is getting lamer by the second, which was not my intention. I know I rarely update this thing anymore, and that's really sad to me because it's been such a resourceful little blog over the years.
Anyway, I need to get in bed, but I hope everyone has a great my birthday! And I also hope I don't spend tomorrow night trying to get a frog out of my house.
May 04, 2011
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