This year, I finally remembered to get some pictures of the #forsythia in bloom. ift.tt/1dbHTSK http://t.co/gVdLYmZKmq
Twitter Update: This year, I finally remembered to get some pictur…
Twitter Update: OH at physical therapy yesterday: Therapist: To…
OH at physical therapy yesterday:
Therapist: To stretch your glutes, put this leg up over that one.
Patient: You’re kidding, right?
Twitter Update: It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood. #toledoo…
It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood. #toledoohio ift.tt/1Ol06Ot http://t.co/z3jbNvQEcl
Twitter Update: Forgot to set the film counter on this antique ran…
Forgot to set the film counter on this antique rangefinder when I loaded it. Thought I had at least ten exposures left, but only had three.
Almost 40
Yesterday, just before lunch, I turned 39 years old.
It’s honestly been quite some time since I gave two shits about my birthday. Once I got past a certain age, birthdays kind of lost their excitement — with some exceptions, of course. For my 29th birthday, Sheryl surprised me at work, then Amy came to visit for the weekend. I had kind of a minor freak-out when I turned 30 and realized that I was one-half to one-third done with my entire existence — Aaron tried so hard to cheer me up, too, but I was all hormonal and weird on top of being 30. We went to the Star Trek exhibit at the Detroit Science Center for my birthday weekend in 2009, and we spent my 2010 birthday in Mexico. After my son came on the scene, though, birthdays were just kind of extra-special normal days. Nothing to write home about — or to write in the blog about.
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