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Iss Mah Birthday!

It’s not my blogiversary, but it’s my life-iversary.

Today, I spent some time alone, and some time not alone. I picked apples, found a geocache, did a crossword puzzle, talked with my mom/dad/sister, drank iced coffee, ate sushi and birthday cake, went to the gym, lit a candle, sang to myself, watched some funny videos.

Happy 31st birthday to me.

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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 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.