So, I just checked my driver’s license and it says that today is my birthday, and I’m still legal.
Good to know.
Actually, today is the 28th, and I’m turning… 28. This is very cool, in a geeky sort of way.
Incidentally, my 10 year high school reunion is happening next month. As a part of my birthday gift, the Webmaster is authorizing a release of funds for a new outfit for said party. Plus whatever else I feel I need to update my fall wardrobe. New jeans come to mind.
I have mixed feelings about my reunion, mostly related to my motivations for going. Unlike many other normal people, I did not date in high school. Mostly because the guys at my school who were decent and nice had already been snapped up, and because I was too busy keeping my grades up. Ergo, I do not have any ex-boyfriends to run into at this reunion. Neither do I have any mega-crushes to attempt to impress. I am hoping that some of my old friends who I lost touch with when we attended different colleges will be there. But, do I really need to add more people to my Christmas card list?
Also, I’m going with a husband, I have two small children, and a career in rubber stamps and blogging. I did not carry on with my chosen career of journalism, or even of teaching in Japan. Am I supposed to worry about my lack of accomplishments at the reunion? Strangely, I don’t really care. I’m happy as I am, I have a husband who loves me, and two healthy, bright kids who I love more than life. I feel successful. Will I still feel the same way by the time the party’s over?
In the meantime, must maintain figure and attempt to tone up abs with sit-ups, as middle shows evidence of bearing two children without a C-section. Now that I’m no longer breastfeeding, I can no longer indulge myself in the excuse of “the pounds just melt away with the milk!” So I must keep my sugar consumption under control for at least the next month, because my sweet tooth is my weakness.
But today, screw the diet. I want a quart of Starbucks’ Java Chip ice cream to myself. Because it’s my birthday, and I want it.
Sit-ups commence again tomorrow.