Showing posts with label birthday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label birthday. Show all posts
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
hoooray, basketball tickets!
Hawks v. Suns tickets just arrived. Must magnet them immediately so I don't lose them in the various piles of crap that are slowly overtaking the place.
Monday, January 12, 2009
upcoming birthday goings on
Just a little list I'm compiling to keep track of stuff (because the whiteboard calendar can't possibly handle it all).
Friday (Jan 23rd):
Martinis & IMAX (woohoo! Martinis for dinner!)
Saturday (Jan 24th):
I don't know...brunch, maybe?
birthday party! (for which I need to find an oversized flannel shirt...or a prom dress)
Sunday (Jan 25th):
Birthday phone call from mom (which I have to figure out how to record so it can be shared with the world)
Belgian waffles?
Hawks v. Suns game with Chris
Other possible things to do while Chris is in town, depending upon how long he'll let me keep him here:
The Vortex for burgers
Agnes & Muriel's for other nummies
Indian food (Vatica, maybe? or Desi Spice? any other good ones I'm forgetting or don't know about? I'm keeping my eye on this post...)
Snow Mountain!! @ Stone Mountain
feed the ducks @ Piedmont
Martin Luther King, Jr. Center
trivia (as we didn't quite make it there last time)
King Tut? Jury is still out...
Animal encounter @ Chattahoochee Nature Center
Dialogue in the Dark
Norman Rockwell's Home for the Holidays @ Atlanta History Center
Outbreak: Plagues that Changed History/ The Work of Bryn Barnard @ CDC
Shakespeare Tavern (Romeo and Juliet)
I'm sure I'll find more stuff to add to the list, but for now...that'll do, pig. That'll do.
Friday (Jan 23rd):
Martinis & IMAX (woohoo! Martinis for dinner!)
Saturday (Jan 24th):
I don't know...brunch, maybe?
birthday party! (for which I need to find an oversized flannel shirt...or a prom dress)
Sunday (Jan 25th):
Birthday phone call from mom (which I have to figure out how to record so it can be shared with the world)
Belgian waffles?
Hawks v. Suns game with Chris
Other possible things to do while Chris is in town, depending upon how long he'll let me keep him here:
I'm sure I'll find more stuff to add to the list, but for now...that'll do, pig. That'll do.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
i'm creeping up on old(er) age
Two weeks from today, I'll be celebrating my 31st birthday, which wouldn't normally be a noteworthy year for a person. And really, it's not for me. It will mark the passing of my 30th year which, while not entirely terrible, was not without its major ups and downs. Okay, mostly downs, if we're being honest here. In fact, 30 was kind of like the gallbladder of all years--I am just so happy to be rid of the little sucker.
I wonder if most women who hit 30 and decide to celebrate being 30 again (and again and again...) do so out of a sense of vanity, or a fear of getting older, which I just don't get. I'm happy to get older, mainly because I think the implication is that age begets wisdom and insight, which happen to be two of my favorite things. Also, I don't think I look any older than I did x number of years ago...but even if I do, what's so wrong with that?
So, again I'm happy to be rid of 30, I just wish it hadn't been so...well, gross. And depressing. I know just about everyone reading this was there along the way, but in case any one of you cool kids should want a recap, here it is. The short, G-rated version for public consumption? This is pretty much how the year went:
turned thirty
went to therapy
dad died
freaked out
job sucked
freaked out some more
marriage counseling
moved out
started recycling
exercised my social bones
got my bearings
got divorced
reconnected
visited family
recycled some more
dog tumor
best New Year's Eve in as long as I can remember
caught a fish (though this was 2009)
So, I have a message for the old and new years: Good riddance, jerkface! Well hello there, 2009! You look beautiful so far, despite Chester's cancer news*. As bad a year as 2008 was though, I have to say, it was also pretty liberating. There's nothing like stripping everything away to make a person stand up and take notice of her own life. Perhaps I should be a little more grateful, as I learned a lot about myself and what I need in order to be as happy, namely
A renewed sense of purpose and direction
More time with amazing friends, family, and other various and sundry characters
Writing
Self-discipline (health, writing, general life maintenance, budget/consumption)
I'm working on some goals to address the above list in the coming year, but I think I'll save them for a later post. This one's long enough as is.
*Sigh. I know I've said it, but I'm really not ready to let go of him. Not sure I ever will be. I'm more attached to him than I ever have been to an animal (and rightly so, he's so heartbreakingly awesome), so it's going to be super tough. As Chris so wisely put it, though, at least this way, his passing won't be a surprise, but something I will have time to prepare for, whichever method of treatment I end up choosing next week at the fancy doggie chemo consultation.
I wonder if most women who hit 30 and decide to celebrate being 30 again (and again and again...) do so out of a sense of vanity, or a fear of getting older, which I just don't get. I'm happy to get older, mainly because I think the implication is that age begets wisdom and insight, which happen to be two of my favorite things. Also, I don't think I look any older than I did x number of years ago...but even if I do, what's so wrong with that?
So, again I'm happy to be rid of 30, I just wish it hadn't been so...well, gross. And depressing. I know just about everyone reading this was there along the way, but in case any one of you cool kids should want a recap, here it is. The short, G-rated version for public consumption? This is pretty much how the year went:
turned thirty
went to therapy
dad died
freaked out
job sucked
freaked out some more
marriage counseling
moved out
started recycling
exercised my social bones
got my bearings
got divorced
reconnected
visited family
recycled some more
dog tumor
best New Year's Eve in as long as I can remember
caught a fish (though this was 2009)
So, I have a message for the old and new years: Good riddance, jerkface! Well hello there, 2009! You look beautiful so far, despite Chester's cancer news*. As bad a year as 2008 was though, I have to say, it was also pretty liberating. There's nothing like stripping everything away to make a person stand up and take notice of her own life. Perhaps I should be a little more grateful, as I learned a lot about myself and what I need in order to be as happy, namely
I'm working on some goals to address the above list in the coming year, but I think I'll save them for a later post. This one's long enough as is.
*Sigh. I know I've said it, but I'm really not ready to let go of him. Not sure I ever will be. I'm more attached to him than I ever have been to an animal (and rightly so, he's so heartbreakingly awesome), so it's going to be super tough. As Chris so wisely put it, though, at least this way, his passing won't be a surprise, but something I will have time to prepare for, whichever method of treatment I end up choosing next week at the fancy doggie chemo consultation.
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