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A Very Full First Day of Being 32

I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling 32.

I opened my box from my parents this morning, and uncovered some chapstick, coupons, a Reader’s Digest, two crisp one-dollar bills, among some cookies and candy, most of which were promptly eaten. I managed to get to the post office and a not-too-terrible parking spot despite insane campus traffic. I shared my birthday cookies with my office floor mates before class. After class, I had sushi on the terrace and shared a cupcake and chat with Rini. 3 out of 4 students showed up for meetings today, and I got to see my APO brothers at meeting and go to dance class. Just found a geocache and now I’m at home, in bed, where I belong. Only a little more lesson planning to do before tomorrow, then off to bed.

Happy birthday to me 🙂

And yes, I did watch my favorite YouTube videos, and sang the Maude theme.

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What A 31-derful World

It’s my last few hours of being 31 years old.

At the moment of my birth tomorrow, I will be sitting in class. Not teaching, but at least I’ll be surrounded by…uh…people who’ve known me for all of seven weeks. Maybe I’ll sneak some champagne in my coffee cup.

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Another Year, Another Decade…

It’s official…I am thirty years old.

I spent most of my day at the ballroom dance competition. I met my partner last night, and even though we didn’t place, we managed to make it to the semi-finals in all 4 Silver Latin dances, and 3 Bronze Latin dances. I didn’t get any birthday cake, but I got a fish sandwich for dinner, a birthday serenade by my ballroom team, and a box from my parents containing a jar of peanut butter, a can of peas, two bags of Bissli, and two boxes of Bergers cookies, only available in Baltimore.

I think I will spend the last half hour of my birthday relaxing in my bed, and maybe watching some of my favorite Happy Birthday videos.

When there is love in the air, there is love everywhere.

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My First Post as a 29-Year-Old

Kind of felt apt to follow up the previous post with this title. So how are you?

Today was a busy day, if anything. I woke up at about 8, stayed in bed until 9. Took a shower, then treated myself to a birthday breakfast of pancakes, eggs, greens, biscuit, and ice coffee at Short Stack, then went to see a panel at the South Asia Conference at the Concourse. Then headed across campus to my office to meet up with Jenna to talk about APO stuff, and after that, to the Semi-Annual Library Book Sale where $16.50 got me a brand new pile for my apartment. Once home, I checked my blog stats, read some blog posts, replied to a bunch of emails, and watched some YouTube videos. Following that, I had planned to run a few errands but ended up only getting to Metcalfe’s for groceries. Had no time for gym, so I went over to Hanna’s for a dinner she was preparing for me.

And let me just say, I was not expecting this.

I get to Hanna’s place, there’s a ton of people there, and even more show up, until we’re roughly 20. 20 people! We ate out back in her sukkah, and then sang and danced around the campfire. Hanna played keyboard, with Edi on sax, Ken on guitar, and Jennifer on the drums. I sang along with Baobei, Esty, Gidon, Bonnie, Bobbie, Jessica, and Andrea, while Haruki watched from the side, and Mohamed, Roger, Judy, David, and Larry watched from the sukkah (I think that’s everyone!). Andrea cooked most of the dinner, which was fabulous: chicken and rice, edamame, lentils, and veggies. And for dessert, Hanna brought out not one but TWO birthday cakes, an orange-and-lemon cake made by Judy, and a tangy, zesty tangerine cake by la Andrea. Judy’s cake was moist and warm, while Andrea’s was juicier, with a little kick to it. After hanging around the remnants of the fire with Baobei, Haruki, Bobbie, Roger, Jennifer, and Raimund (who showed up out of the blue), it was time to go home.

So now I’m sitting on my couch at 11:30 PM on my 29th birthday, Friday, October 21st, 2016.

Jameson invited me out to Plan B, but I might just call it a night, since I have to be up tomorrow around 7 and my bed is covered in books.

Thank you to everyone who made this normally anxiety-inducing day into an amazing one for me.

And for the last time until 2017…

Happy birthday to me. 🙂

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My Last Post as a 28-Year-Old

So, here it is again.

It comes around every 365 days or so. In the East Coast, it’s already here, and it’ll be here in Wisconsin in less than an hour. My most favorite and least favorite day of the whole year; my birthday.

I’ve posted about birthdays in the past. I’ve had some good ones, some bad ones, some really bad ones, and this year it’s looking like my birthday’s going to be a busy one, but hopefully a good one.

So, in my last 30 minutes as a 28 year old, I am currently sitting on my couch, alone, watching too-loud infomercials about cleaning products in between tiny snips of The Golden Girls. My apartment is, as usual, a hideous mess. I just got home from dance class, after which I had a tea shake at Sencha. I’m still a little sweaty, and I’m wearing my black Fosse t-shirt, black pants, black socks, a bracelet, a blue bandana, and my gray APO quarter-zip. Along with me on my couch are various pieces of scripts, my gradebook, my phone, a box of tissues, papers to grade, some stickers, a fleece jacket and a red pillow. I actually did clean off some of the coffee table the other day, so there just the usual pile of books and some spare cash, plus a Starbucks from this morning, my meds, candles, and some other odds and ends. Other than dreading the dental work next week and being a little sore in my legs and hips from an hour of cardio followed by an hour of jive kicks (but a good sore). On my mind: how I’m going to get through all I have to do this weekend, working on my papers (writing and grading) – aww, cute puppies on TV – getting my lesson plan together for next week, figuring out what I need from the grocery store/dollar store, ATHE proposals, and dance routines.

Anyway.

I think I’ll finish watching this episode of The Golden Girls, then get myself some food and my third shower of the day (or first, of tomorrow), and then go to bed and do some pleasure reading.

Happy birthday to me. Send some love if you’re so inclined for the world’s newest 29-year-old.

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This Day Is Your Day, This Day Is My Day

I turned 28 years old today, and it was hectic but otherwise completely unremarkable.

Just the way I like it.

A beautiful morning for some gym time, barely making it to Humanities in time to administer the midterm, after which Steffen and I sang the theme song from Maude (because, why wouldn’t you?). Then I taught 2 classes about commedia dell’arte, the highlight of which was during my first class when a student almost cracked his forehead open in an improv game, and then when I broke a piece of chalk while writing on the board, and then proceeded to lambaste the broken piece for not being a team player.

Then, when I thought things couldn’t get any better, my parents showed up (well, I knew they were going to), and then we went to dinner at Naf Naf and to the Union to see Arlo Guthrie in concert. Our seats were in the nosebleed section, but singing along to “Alice’s Restaurant,” “The City of New Orleans,” and “This Land is Your Land” with my mother (and Arlo, at the opposite end of the room) was one of the sweetest gifts of all.

I have been celebrating my birthday wrong all these years. It took me 28 years to realize this, but now I know how do it. It’s not about how I celebrate, or it being my day. It’s not even about growing up or getting older. It’s about being with the ones you love, and just celebrating life in general. For me, it is a happy birthday when the ones I love are happy being with me.

Quote of the day:

ME (to my class, after the commedia game): Good job everyone, that was fun. Did you have fun? Well, I had fun, and that’s all that’s important, because I’m a selfish person and that’s really all I care about.

Happy birthday, everyone everywhere.

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How To Spend Your Birthday Laughing Instead of Crying

So, I turned 27 years old today. Happy birthday to me.

It started off with a fire alarm at 8 AM, but other than that it was mostly a good day. My parents sent me cookies, Twizzlers, and coupons, and even my sister gave me a call. I even got a surprise bag of donuts.

As most people who know me know, my birthday always brings me anxiety. It only comes once a year and then it’s gone. 364 days until I am special again. It’s also a symbol that yes, that number’s only going up, but I have to just remind myself that it’s a good day, a happy day, just for me. It also helps that tomorrow is my lunar birthday, so that kind of softens the blow going from balloons and singing to…nothing. Here’s another thing about me: I love it when people sing me the birthday song on my birthday.

It also helps to know that although I’ve probably had more memorable birthdays than this one, I’ve undoubtedly had much, much worse ones.

What I do know:

Today, I am having a happy birthday. I am so glad that I am alive, healthy, and independent. I am safe, and I am free. Those are the best gifts I could ever receive.

But enough sappy stuff.

I spent much of my morning watching videos that make me laugh and smile, so in addition to ones I’ve already shared, here are the top five videos that will fill your birthday with laughter and happiness.

Top Five Videos that Make Me Happy

5. Clueless as performed by the Golden Girls.

4. Wanda Sykes goes skiing.

3. Rosie O’Donnell and Bea Arthur singing the Maude theme song.

2. Ellen DeGeneres and her cubicle.

1. Aliens singing the birthday song.

Oh, and a bonus video, of course.

I just imagine Celine is singing right to me.