Friday marked 29 glorious years upon this blessed planet for me. Sometime,s I’m horrified that 29 years have passed so rapidly, but then I remember that it’s pretty much a damn miracle that I’ve survived this long. When I got to work on Friday morning, I was greeted by a fantastic smelling cake that one of my co-workers had very kindly made for me.
She accused me of trying to pretend it wasn’t happening because I didn’t mention it all week, but birthdays just aren’t going to be that special again until I turn 80 (because then it’s just a “Hahaha, I’m still alive and you still aren’t getting my money you greedy little bastards!!” event). Also, birthdays are very embarrassing. Everyone stares at you and I just don’t know what they expect. Especially when I have to fast for several more hours because I have to get blood drawn. So, that was a bit anti-climactic and I got to watch everyone else eat cake.
Thankfully, I was able to forgive them because they remembered to play along with the annual charade of pretending I’m turning 25. Again.
Yes, but it’s a very comfortable throne. It’s also very strange to me when people ask me what my goals are for the next year. Well, my goals don’t really change from year to year. They are pretty basic:
1. Stay alive
2. Stay employed
I feel like those aren’t overly lofty for the time being. Thankfully, I survived long enough to get my blood drawn and made it back to work in time to eat several pieces of cake and an apple for lunch (it’s all about the balance). Then, I hopped in the car and drove to Austin to pick up my sister. We celebrated my birthday with a spectacularly fancy dinner at Jimmy John’s:
They’ve really mastered the golden sandwich ratio of bread to insides (I feel like there is a term for that, but I can’t remember it at this time). After dinner, we headed to my parents for the weekend. Once there, the celebration continued with cake balls.
Please forgive my wonky hair, dark circles, messed up mascara, and super cool polo shirt (It’s our Friday work shirt which is a hell of a lot better than the windsuit that some of my fellow coworkers voted for. Other than the fact that it’s no longer 1998, we’d all be dead. Boiled to death inside of polyester death suits). 29 is off to a disheveled start.
My mom also gave me a super cute pillow with a Frenchie on it. Some would argue that it looks just like my little French fatty, but others disagree.
The weekend was perfect as we did a whole lot of nothing. Bardot got to take a ride in the Ranger and pretend she was a brave and rugged ranch dog.
Super badass right there. I also got to have dinner and yogurt with my friend Allison and her munchkin. I don’t normally care for frozen yogurt, but I found that if you pile enough candy on it, then it’s quite tasty.
Obviously, my healthy eating was right on point all weekend.
After dinner, I headed home and watched The Impossible with the family. That pretty much emotionally destroyed us for the remainder of the weekend.
I still don’t know how anyone survived that tsunami. Don’t watch that movie unless you want to cry hysterically and scream in horror for a couple of hours.
So, now I’m a year older, a few pounds heavier, and all I want to do is nap. Guess it was a successful birthday after all.