Shameless self-promotion
So today, I enter the final year of my 20s as I turn 29.
When I was a kid, that typically meant some sort of birthday party at a fast food restaurant or possibly a spend-the-night get-together. Today it means going to work, coordinating Figgie's@Five and then leading a development committee meeting for IHN of Athens at 7:30 p.m.
But still ... Happy Birthday to me!
When I was a kid, that typically meant some sort of birthday party at a fast food restaurant or possibly a spend-the-night get-together. Today it means going to work, coordinating Figgie's@Five and then leading a development committee meeting for IHN of Athens at 7:30 p.m.
But still ... Happy Birthday to me!
posted by Jmac at 6:55 AM
2 Comments:
Yes indeed, Happy Birthday to you!
I was discussing with another intern how neither of us *feel* like an adult. I was pondering the fact that I'll have a Ph.D. in a little over a year and how not many people have a Ph.D. I was thinking about how I don't *feel* like I thought I would at 28 when I was, say, 18. The intern is married and has a 2 year old and she was saying that she always thought marriage would make her feel "adult" and then when that didn't happen how having a kid would make her *feel* grown-up. The kid didn't do it, either. It's weird.
So, do you *feel* like an adult? Do you *feel* like you thought you would at 29?
Happy Birthday once again, you magnificent bastard!
Happy birthday, Dirty McGirty!! Isn't this also the blessed day that Julie said yes to being your wife??
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