So, I've been 29 for a week now. And I have to say 29 isn't looking so good for me. And it isn't because I am still unmarried and childless. Although birthdays have become unpleasant reminders of that fact somehow. But I love birthdays so I try to have my nervous breakdown the week before my birthday so I can enjoy the day itself.
But putting the whole "old maid" thing aside, the first week of my 29ness is scaring me. My plans for the week included breaking in my new bike (thanks Dad!), doing some Christmas shopping at Disneyland, and my regular workweek. But the big 29 had other plans. The week started off rainy which meant no bike ride for me. And then I came down with the flu. Being sick is kind of almost fun normally because it means some time off from work and lots of naps and reading. But being home alone and sick is totally lame. After four days with only dogs for company I was praying I would feel well enough to go back to work just to get out of the house and talk to humans. Talking to myself and the dogs can only go so far.
Well, I'm feeling much better now and looking forward to finally getting out on my bike tomorrow. Which is good, because my car is broken and my bike may soon become my primary means of transportation. I don't know what's wrong with my car, but in layman's terms the lights and radio work but nothing else does. So if you know someone who is in the market for a metal, outdoor radio listening box please pass along my number.
I can't wait to see what week two of my 29th year will bring!
p.s. Thank you for all of the birthday cards, gifts, and phone calls. And especially the wonderful birthday dinner with Mom, Dad, Brandon and Chelsea. I felt very loved.
