Saturday, January 17, 2009

OMG Barfday

In a handful of days I will celebrate my twenty-fifth anniversary of being born. I could delve into some hardcore introspective drivel at this point, but let's just leave it at this: I am legitimately proud of how far I've come in these two and a half decades that I've been kicking around here and both curious and excited to see where else I go in the ones I have yet to experience.

Finally, some words of wisdom from my big *brother, who recently asked me how old I was going to be.

"Just think," he said, smirking, when I confirmed my age to him, "if you live to be a hundred, your life is already a quarter over." Nice. Thank you. Terrific. "But," he continued, "you're probably only going to live to be seventy-five, so it's actually more like a third over."


*who, it should be noted, is approaching 30 this year


eleka nahmen said...

Ooo happy soon-to-be-birthday!

Wish I were there. We'd go celebrate. With cupcakes.

The Dancing Newt said...

Ha... I still owe you a cupcake for some reason.

bawb said...

Happy birthday!

Beth said...

Can you owe me a cupcake too, bubs?

eleka nahmen said...

You should go do cupcakes in my memory.


Bike helmet!

The Dancing Newt said...

Thanks bawb.

eleka - it WAS the bike helmet. Thank you for remembering.