These Old Bones…

February 3, 2016 at 3:09 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , , )

…are getting another year older tomorrow!

I had a surreal moment last night because I realized I really am growing up. This moment came as I was sitting at our dining room table in my sweaty gym clothes, eating a beet salad that my loving fiance had prepared. We were even listening to classical music as he handed me my plate and I looked around at him, our apartment, our cat and our little life together and just felt…everything. If you had told me when I was a kid that this would be what my life looked like at 32, I’m not sure what I would have thought. Most likely, I would have been dismayed by the fact that I now regularly go to the gym and I would probably also be confused by the fact that I was no longer wearing corduroy pants with my Led Zeppelin shirt. I would have applauded my beet salad though, because that would have been something I would have assumed old people would eat.

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But still a kid at heart!

But really, I am totally happy with where I am in life. I have a job that I thoroughly enjoy and I’m getting more involved in our firm’s philanthropy efforts (I’m planning two new big things now!) and so I can say that I truly feel good about where I work and what I’m doing. This is the first time since college that I can say that and mean it, so that’s a birthday present all in itself! I’ve also got great friends all over the country and have been lucky enough to maintain friendships with some of my favorite people from high school and college. I’m planning a wedding to my best friend and while we’re going to have a super fun and awesome party and honeymoon, I’m also very excited to get to call that best friend my husband and start our married life together (and at this point my younger self would be gagging but whatever). Oh – I also found $20 on the street this week! Obviously, things are going pretty great all around.

And you know what, younger self? I still wear that Zeppelin shirt.

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Birthday Weekend

February 1, 2013 at 12:21 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , , )

It’s been a long, relatively crappy and frustrating week so it’s kind of hard for me to get excited about my birthday on Monday.  I’m really trying though, especially since I’m going to visit my family this weekend and have Monday off of work.  That alone should be enough to cheer me up so I’ll just focus on getting through this day and trying to make the best of it!

And many moooooore

Turning 29 isn’t that big of a deal to me because I’ve always felt way older than I actually am.  It’s just like my body is finally now catching up.  In honor of the big day, here are 29 things you may or may not know about yours truly (I believe I’ve posted a list sort of like this before and I apologize for any duplicates…I’m feeling a little too lazy to go back and try to search for comparison):

  • I sometimes hum the tune for “If I only had a brain” from the Wizard of Oz in my head when I get nervous or anxious.  I have no control over this.
  • I can type upwards of 80 words per minute.
  • I hate mayonnaise, except on a Jimmy John’s #6.  That is the only thing it is tolerable on.
  • I enjoy eating in restaurants by myself.
  • I was once encouraged by my choir director in elementary school not to perform a solo.  That bitch.
  • I’ve worn one toe ring on each foot for over a decade.  Perhaps if I wear them long enough they’ll come back into style.
  • I still talk to Catsby and pat her urn as it sits on my windowsill.
  • I fear dead bugs more than live ones.
  • I almost always have a small toy or two in my purse.
  • I have been known to eat peanut butter with a spoon.
  • I used to say peanut butter in a really funny way when I was little and my mom still likes to imitate it.  This may or may not be related to the next item.
  • I had a speech impediment as a kid and took speech therapy classes until I was out of elementary school.  Apparently I sounded German.
  • I had two primatology professors in college tell me I would make a great primatologist.  I sometimes seriously wonder what my life would have been like had I gone to graduate school and lived in Africa studying primates as I had once considered doing.
  • I still think my study abroad in Africa was the coolest thing I’ve ever done.
  • I had the chicken pox on my 6th birthday and as I sat naked on the couch while covered in calamine lotion, I was convinced that the characters in the movie I was watching (The Wizard of Oz) could see me.  I had to grab a blanket.  Also, just writing this caused me to wonder if maybe that’s why a tune from the movie plays in my head at random times (see #1).
  • I’ve been bungee jumping and work every day on the 51st floor but sometimes I get vertigo when I stand on a chair.
  • I’ve been a vegetarian for most of my life.
  • I worry that if I ever get pregnant, I’ll begin to crave meat.  Gross.
  • I still sleep with the blanket I was brought home from the hospital in.
  • I still use my gym membership and if I go a few days without working out, I begin to dream about it.  I don’t even know who I am anymore.
  • I haven’t owned a car in over four years.
  • I will most likely be paying student loans until the day I die.
  • I have never seen any of the Terminator movies.
  • I still sing the alphabet song in my head when filing things in alphabetical order.
  • I used to have my eyebrow pierced.  Ah, college.
  • I sincerely dislike turtlenecks and hoodies.  Anything that close to my neck makes me feel like I’m being strangled and it freaks me out.
  • I am right-handed but write like I’m left-handed.  If I had a dollar for every time someone said “You write weird”, I’d have…well, something like $30 bucks.
  • I used to have crushes on the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.  And April.
  • I love writing blog posts with lists (which is probably obvious by now).

And thus ends yet another blog post and yet another year.  Here’s hoping my 29th is as good to me as my first 28 have been!

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Growing old and gray…

November 23, 2009 at 12:27 am (Uncategorized) (, , )

…is apparently something I will not be doing.  It’s become all to clear to me over these last few months that I am acquiring more and more WHITE hair.  That’s right, skipping the gray and going straight for the gold…or in this case, white.  In April 2007 I noticed the first strand that was not my natural color – it was a rogue hair light enough to be mistaken for gray.  It was a date that will, for me at least, live in infamy.  Since it was only one hair I chose to pretend it didn’t exist and tried to act slightly bemused by the entire incident.

It didn’t stop.  Since that fateful day I have encountered more and more discolored strands.  I don’t think it’s enough to really notice (at least that’s what the last person I forcefully questioned about this said) and I try to tell myself that it’s all in my head.  However, this morning as I was brushing my teeth I couldn’t help but become mesmerized by how many completely white hairs I seemed to see.  It was like they were invading my scalp.  The closest thing I can compare it to is this:

Okay, I may be embellishing just a tiny bit.  I guess if I actually had to count there are maybe only 5 or 10 of these bad boys floating around my head.

It still feels like a lot.

I know what you’re probably thinking, and yes, I could color my hair.  All the cool kids are doing it.  But this hair has never had unnatural color added to it and I’d sure hate to break that record now.  I dyed my hair for many years, starting by going deep red my sophomore year of high school.  After that came the lovely black, which I did for a school project where I was trying to emulate Cleopatra (I didn’t have a wig and for some reason I thought permanent black hair color would be just as easy).  When I call it lovely I’m being sarcastic, because that color was actually the bane of my existence for many months.  It didn’t take well to the red that was already in it and I ended up looking like my calico cat.  It was hard as hell to get rid of too, and after many attempts I ended up with a somewhat normal looking hair color that was the texture of straw.  I never went back to black but I did continue to color it rather frequently, various shades all up through college.

That was until I cut it all off.  I had always wanted to try a super short haircut but I never had the guts to go for it, and the summer I went to study in South Africa seemed like a perfect opportunity.  I cut off almost 10 inches of hair (yes, I donated it) and I ended up with the shortest haircut of my entire life.  In a rather ironic twist, it was winter in South Africa when I showed up and surprisingly cold.  I had to buy a hat to make up for my lack of hair.  Anyway it’s grown out a whole lot in the last two years but I haven’t colored it since the big cut and I kind of dig the whole au natural look.  So, I just don’t really want to color my hair.

I guess that means I should suck it up and get used to the white.  If it keeps going at this rate, it could actually be noticeable to someone other than myself in the next eight to ten years.  Until then I’ll leave my hair color the way it is and maybe when I’m older I’ll hatch an easily foiled yet still diabolical plot to acquire one hundred and one puppies to turn into coats.  I guess having white hair could have its perks after all.

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