33

I turned 33 on the 15th. Wow, 33! I don't feel it at all ... well, except for the morning when I roll out of bed and walk like a 80 yr old man for the first 30 steps. Oh yeah, and when I see my face wrinkle when I smile. Oh, and when I go clothes shopping and actually wonder, "is this too young for me, do I need to dress older?" I don't even know where to shop to get "older looking clothes." Maybe I am feeling older, I just haven't been aware of all the signs ... well up until now, that is. Ahhhhh, I should have left it alone, "ignorance is bliss."

None the less, as I get older and older, I look forward to my birthday less and less. I remember as a kid making those chains where you tear off one link everyday until B-Day. It's funny though, every year as I think about it less and less , my birthdays get progressively better and better. Maybe it's because I'm not expecting anything ... then bamb ... it's a really good day.

My highlights: the ladies at work made t-shirts (contribution of Rachael) and cupcakes the day before the big day; I dressed Kalyn and I alike (I better do it now when she is still unaware); Joanne took me out to Starbucks in the morning, which in itself would have made my day; to Rubios for lunch with Rachael; talked to all my family; got lots of texts and calls from friends; took a short siesta; watched a movie; and Paradise Bakery for dinner.

Now that's a good day!