"How old are you going to be this year?"
"34? Are you sure? How old am I again?"
"What year is it?"
Yeah, those are snippets of actual conversations from around the Redden abode as my June birthday approached. Apparently we've lost all track of our middlin', non-milestone ages as of late.
Though I'm not bothered by the getting older (yet?), it's a little strange sometimes. Like the other night, when making fun of So You Think You Can Dance contestants' penchant for performing backwards-facing splits whilst looking suggestively over their shoulders (see here).
I got into split position and was poised for mockery when my feet slid out awkwardly. Thanks to a double gym class earlier that day, I could barely walk as it was. I ended up feet out, buns up, hands splayed on the ground in front of me trying not to hit my head on an end table before completely crumpling. I cackled as Mr. T yelled "33!", teasing me about not being so young and spry anymore. I was the height of sexy, let me tell you.
Luckily, four days later I can almost walk normally again. Almost.
All of that said, get older I did, celebrating my birthday for the last several weeks. It's been glorious. The pinnacle, naturally, was very hip and high adventure: We paid off my brain mortgage! I may be old-ish and out of shape, but hot damn, I own all of my smarts now.
P/S Some celebration snaps:
|Bright birthday flowers from dear friends.|
|Do you have a flag? Early birthday awesome: A 16-year dream come true! |
|This genius got me Eddie Izzard tickets back in February. February. So much time to get excited!|
|Fell in love with Eddie Izzard when I first saw Dress to Kill in 1999.|
|Eddie Izzard's show, Force Majeure, sold out in Sacramento. LOVED the vibe and everyone's excitement.|
|Threw a little shindig in June to celebrate all things summer. Had a fun time with friends and family, burning thighs not withstanding. (There's apparently a relationship--the more awkward the pose, the slower the camera person!)|
|I love when the hottest day of the summer is when I decide to throw a party, but thankfully the Delta breeze showed up. Really grateful for our beautiful community of family and friends.|
|The best! I keep threatening to tack it to the front door.|
|Day-of celebrations, Cold Stone and girly craft project not pictured. |
|Day-after birthday "gift" involved paying off the brain mortgage (student loans!). I figured homemade peach pie was a worthy reward for owning my smarts outright.|
|Belated birthday and Father's Day shindig. In case you wonder, Lady A has grandpa wrapped around her little finger.|
|Yellow cake, chocolate frosting and SPRINKLES. Yayass. Thank you, Marm! |
Other birthday things:
|Becoming a crazy bird lady requires bird-ish accoutrements like this gorgeous house from my inlaws Mom-5 and Ray-Dad. Just waiting for some residents to move in!|
Spoiled Shawna writes a birthday blog
Turning 30 and (not drowning) kayaking in Ketchikan
Romance, birthdays, and bikes
Surviving the early birthday surprise
Birthday av gas, wind corrections and faux emergencies
Labels: birthdays, blood bank, brain mortgage, cake, crazy bird lady, Eddie Izzard, family, flowers, Force Majeure, friends, getting older, Goliath, Lady A, Mr. T, party, pie, So You Think You Can Dance, student loans, sushi