And by "it" I mean the countdown to my birthday, courtesy of my baby brother Patrick who reminded me that I even HAVE a birthday coming up. 17 days to go. (If you're counting, yes it's December 31st, which I'm proud to share with Miss Molly and NO it wasn't awesome growing up with my birthday on a holiday, but it's become more and more awesome every year so I'm not holding it against the first 17 years of my life. Really.)I can't believe I'll be 27. For some reason 27 is a scary age for me. Not because I feel old (I mean I DO feel old, but that's due to the fact that I just bought my second house, third car and do all sort of ridiculously ADULT things) . . . I think it's more because of the pressure associated with 27. It's the age everyone claims to be once they are over that age. I feel like there's a lot of pressure to make 27 my best year ever. That way, when I'm 45 and people ask me how old I am, I can say "27!" and think back on when I really was 27 and be joyful. I plan to try to make it the best year ever, but I'm fearing the pressure.
So, I'm moving on and not talking about being 27 anymore.
As I've said before, what is WITH this December? I am so behind my usual end of the year extravaganza!! I usually have a huge list of Christmas and Birthday wants, a huge gorgeous tree set up, Christmas music playing at all hours and all my shopping is usually done and all the presents are wrapped by now.
None of the above have happened. Thus my shock when Patrick reminded me it was my birthday in just a little over two weeks. Which means his birthday is in three days. My baby brother is 21! Now THAT makes me feel old! It also means Christmas is just a little over a week today and hi, freak out because nothing is done. Have I mentioned nothing is done? Good because nothing is done. And we've decided not to get a tree for our house this year because we're only in town for another week and I'm freaking out a little inside because it goes against everything I believe in, so things will remain to be undone.
Except this one thing. I got my Dad RED FLEECE FOOTED PAJAMAS WITH A BACK DOOR. I'm DYING at how awesomly funny they are and how sad I am I won't be there to see his face when he opens them. They were Matt's idea and I bow down to his genius.
Now, in memory of last year's amazing(ly overlit) Christmas tree, I leave you with a picture of said Christmas tree. May she and the lights we were too lazy to take off of her rest in Christmas peace.
6 comments:
I'm sure it'll be a fine year for ye!
New house, new car, new weight (lower), new woman!
By the way I hope you properly punished yourself for those Walmart cookies!
I am more behind that anyone else! But come Sunday, after the last birthday, then watch out, I'll be super charged.
BEst wishes
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For the record, 27 isn't that bad - you'll love it! Oh, and um...in my experience, people always claim to be "29", so...you still have some years. And did you really throw your tree away WITH all those lights on it? Just the other day I was remembering when you left me a message while you were on your way to Target for the 3rd or 4th time to buy more lights...
Whose bright idea was it to number all the years we're alive? Surely someone who had OCD. In any case, I hope it's a great year for you!
(And I take it it's not normal for me to have been looking for footed pajamas for myself this year?)
John Denver (may he rest in peace) was born on December 31st--don't know if that means a thing to you, but until now, that's the only person I ever knew born on that day.
I remember 27--I was pregnant with my second child--and VERY happy about it. He was born while I was 27, and so for me, the whole year was one of joy. I hope you can look back over your 27th year and feel that way as well!
No, it was NOT awesome until like, 16, when people could actually come over. And now it's fun because everyone celebrates. :)
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