I haven’t really, though I’m sure I could if I ever learned to read.

I’m looking forward to break, more than I though I ever would anticipate such things.  I follow in Joel’s, Sam’s, Carrie and Steve’s footsteps and transform from a post-teen wonder into a bippity-boppity twenty something this week.  I’m eagerly anticipating it, as for the first time in a long time, I think that the birthday will actually “feel right” if you will.  Years past, birthdays came and went, certainly with an air of anticipation upon them, but feeling kinda just like another day.

I don’t believe this specific day of womb-removal (I was a 10 month c-section, ha!) will be anything super momentous, but I do feel that in this last year I’ve changed quite a bit.  More so than past years.  I’ve made a lot of changes in my life.  And for once, I think that a B-day is timed well enough to feel like some proverbial portal, both closing my ties to the old Tim, who is still very much apart of me, and this magical new Tim who can now facilitate parties with booze and whine about how old he is.

Ooooh, I’m going to open up a bottle of wine and thusly whine about accute joint pain and complaining about those lousy liberals and whippersnapper teenagers.  OH BOY! LIFE here I come!