When I was growing up, my birthday always landed in this unfortunate time after Christmas where it almost seemed like it was supposed to be a part of the holiday season—but wasn’t.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad my birthday was and has always been far enough away from Christmas to not be lumped in with it, but the main thing that bothered me with where it landed was that I was always in school. And barely.

My entire life, I’ve begun semesters the week before my birthday, the day before, and in some cruel, twisted turns of fate, I’ve begun them day of. It’s horrible and a horribleness a kid born in July will never know, but there’s a silver lining now that I’m older, that being this: I can take the day off for my birthday now, which I did and am doing today. Glory be the freedom of adulthood!

Oh, and what will I be doing today, you ask? Probably, and quite literally, nothing—and it will be absolutely marvelous.


Puppyhood: Day Three Hundred and Thirty-Four

It has been about four months to the day that I have written a post about the Flynn pup.  This opens up a number of lingering questions that I haven’t been asked, but could very well have been asked if anyone was actually reading what I was writing: what happened to him? How old is he now? Did he finally escape to impose his puppy will upon an unsuspecting and frankly ill-equipped populace? Well… (more…)

Side Note: Birthdays

Yesterday was my birthday and, it’s kind of weird, but–it didn’t feel like it.

That isn’t to say that the birthday itself, despite what could have happened to celebrate it, would have ever felt like my birthday, but it just seems like it came up so fast.  I’ve been so busy, so nose to table, for the past, I don’t know, six months, that Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and my birthday just seem to have passed me by.

It makes me sad because the fall and winter is my favorite time of year and I hate to have missed it for the most part.

But, and I guess this is to my credit, my birthday is fairly largely forgotten; it’s never a huge production.  Don’t get me wrong, the people that matter for the most part are the ones who remember my birthday, but there’s very little fanfare, very little going on that it just kind of comes and goes like any other day and no one–sometimes myself included–is really all the wiser.

I’m 24 now, and while 24 isn’t known for being all that special of a year, I feel like this year is my year, that the anxiety I felt at 22 and 23 will give way to some really incredible opportunities.  Career paths, callings, new skills being built–ahoy! I think some cool things will happen.