I am 32 today. No singing, please; I never know what to do then. Cupcakes are nice, though. And rum. And flowers. Really, though, my only expectation is that I get to wear the birthday tiara. It will inspire TIARATALK.
Age isn’t a big deal to me. 32, I expect, won’t be much different from 31. Or 30. Or 25. Or … you get the point.
31: Year in review
- Went to New York.
- Switched jobs, kept the same employer.
- Went to D.C. and spent a couple of days with my brother.
- Feared being laid off. Accepted being laid off. Wasn’t laid off.
- MyStalked a friend I went to middle school with.
- Was called names. (But didn’t mind.) *angel of death
- Mourned my grandmother.
- Got drunk after her funeral, and after I finished a project that work kept calling/e-mailing about.
- Started a blog. And another. And another. And another. And (good grief) another. And a website.
- Learned more about my family’s history. Discovered and visited the family mansion.
- Watched the Olympics religiously.
- Ate cheesecake with friends.
- Sent postcards.
- Caught up with friends from college.
- Saw Kathy Griffin and Mamma Mia.
- Went to Chicago.
- Missed a friend’s wedding — but just barely.
- Talked to the FBI.
- Survived a Missouri earthquake.
- Created a scrapbook of cards and letters sent to my parents when I was born and celebrated my first birthday.
- Learned how to script maps.
- Moved.
- Got drunk, fell down. Repeated at least twice. (Not a shining moment, and one I’d prefer you forget.)
Here’s to new adventures in my 32nd year.