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omnia_mutanturOh, birthday post.
The day itself was awesome. I woke up, cleaned like a crazy cleaning thing since the was the first time Saint was going to see where I lived and I'm just a little bit paranoid about not being clean enough. I made myself a buttermilk birthday cake from How To Be a Domestic Goddess, which in the end was a little tough, but it was a still a new cake recipe and it smelled awesome baking. I went to over to Junkyard's and we had another doctor adventure (it's much easier not in a major snowstorm) and then back to his house. I like how Junkyard and I talk, even if we for reasons I'm not entirely clear on end up wandering into topics that almost make me cry. Well, I think it's probably because I tend to verbalize things around him that I'm usually devoting some energy to repressing.
Light came to fetch me, we picked up greek food, and Saint and Media showed up, and there was eating, and then I failed to make caramel frosting, but instead made really yummy caramel drizzle and there was cake and singing and presents. We watched Idiocracy, which was hysterical, and Mech showed up to show off his ice-climbing gear and then they left.
I am, as per usual, a little morose about my birthday. Mostly because I continue to beat myself up about having neither a job nor a Grand Purpose sort of direction to my life.
This year, I quit my job, sold my car, moved to the Boston area, had my one year wedding anniversary, attended my aunt's funeral, got a passport, knit my first scarf, (shame!) played enough WoW with Light that I now have a level 68 paladin), got another tattoo, cooked at least 85 new recipes (including ice cream and yeast bread), gotten fairly conversant with a small subset of the MBTA and I neither smoked nor drank.
I could type another, similar paragraph about what I have not done, but that seems to have an excess of self-flagellation.
I don't know what I want this year to hold, exactly. I'd like 33 to find me employed, in a house (with curtains!) and still happier. I'd like to spend this upcoming year cooking, and reading and basking in the presence of all these lovely people with whom I now share a geographic location. I'd like to take as much advantage as possible of my MFA membership, I'd like to volunteer more places, I'd like to knit something other than a scarf, I'd like to take a belly-dancing class, I'd like to try to remaster ancient greek. I'd like to leave new england for some occasion other than a wedding, and possibly even make plans to leave the country. Mostly, I'd just like me and mine to be happy.
The day itself was awesome. I woke up, cleaned like a crazy cleaning thing since the was the first time Saint was going to see where I lived and I'm just a little bit paranoid about not being clean enough. I made myself a buttermilk birthday cake from How To Be a Domestic Goddess, which in the end was a little tough, but it was a still a new cake recipe and it smelled awesome baking. I went to over to Junkyard's and we had another doctor adventure (it's much easier not in a major snowstorm) and then back to his house. I like how Junkyard and I talk, even if we for reasons I'm not entirely clear on end up wandering into topics that almost make me cry. Well, I think it's probably because I tend to verbalize things around him that I'm usually devoting some energy to repressing.
Light came to fetch me, we picked up greek food, and Saint and Media showed up, and there was eating, and then I failed to make caramel frosting, but instead made really yummy caramel drizzle and there was cake and singing and presents. We watched Idiocracy, which was hysterical, and Mech showed up to show off his ice-climbing gear and then they left.
I am, as per usual, a little morose about my birthday. Mostly because I continue to beat myself up about having neither a job nor a Grand Purpose sort of direction to my life.
This year, I quit my job, sold my car, moved to the Boston area, had my one year wedding anniversary, attended my aunt's funeral, got a passport, knit my first scarf, (shame!) played enough WoW with Light that I now have a level 68 paladin), got another tattoo, cooked at least 85 new recipes (including ice cream and yeast bread), gotten fairly conversant with a small subset of the MBTA and I neither smoked nor drank.
I could type another, similar paragraph about what I have not done, but that seems to have an excess of self-flagellation.
I don't know what I want this year to hold, exactly. I'd like 33 to find me employed, in a house (with curtains!) and still happier. I'd like to spend this upcoming year cooking, and reading and basking in the presence of all these lovely people with whom I now share a geographic location. I'd like to take as much advantage as possible of my MFA membership, I'd like to volunteer more places, I'd like to knit something other than a scarf, I'd like to take a belly-dancing class, I'd like to try to remaster ancient greek. I'd like to leave new england for some occasion other than a wedding, and possibly even make plans to leave the country. Mostly, I'd just like me and mine to be happy.
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Date: 2008-01-18 07:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-18 11:49 pm (UTC)A day late and a dollar short, but I'm good like that :)
I hope its a great year for you hun.
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Date: 2008-01-19 12:02 am (UTC)I hope your year is awesome also, darling, and that someday, we still down and tell tales about them. (I'll take you out to dinner if you're ever in the Boston area.)
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Date: 2008-01-19 09:01 am (UTC)-Me.