well, today started off MUCH better than yesterday, when the Jehovahs Witnesses woke me up and then Sadie threw up her breakfast. Better in that no one came to my door and Sadie kept her breakfast down. I like my mornings uneventful.
As anyone who reads my sidebar posts knows, I did work out again yesterday. I was a slacker monday and tuesday, still feeling that lazy Thanksgiving break vibe. I’m glad I went - my legs feel sore, but in a wonderful kind of way. Let’s see if I can get my butt over there today to walk some laps. I still have to clean up here in preparation for christmas decorations. I know alot of people start putting them up while the turkey is cooking, but I feel the need to wait until the calendar actually says December before I do it. I used to wait until after my birthday but now…eh. At least it’s festive for my big day!
Ugh. 31. Last year I hardly noticed turning 30 because I was still hung over from the monthlong celebration that was our wedding and reception. But now…ugh. 31. Ugly and staring me right in the face.
I think I’ll walk 2 miles today.
Kev is keeping me in the dark about his plans for my birthday, because I’m pretty sure he doesn’t have any yet. We’re “fly by the seat of our pants” kind of people. All I ask for is that I be wined and dined, and plied with yarn money 
Cleaning burns calories. The more vigorously you clean, the more calories you burn.
Also, do you have a flag?
Yerrrrrrrrrp, turning 31 was fairly lame. I’m turning 32 (woo hoo!) (razzely doo!) in a couple weeks. Hopefully it will be more fun. I order you to have fun. HAVE FUN, WOMAN, DON’T MAKE THE MISTAKES I MADE.
grace - NO FLAG NO COUNTRY! that’s the rule that I…just made up. And I’m backing it up with this gun I got from the national rifle association.
Sloth - OK SWEET!
Now ummm…WHO WANTS TO TAKE ME OUT FOR SOME FUN????
Dunno. What’s your idea of fun?
Every year since 30 sucks more and more. I was almost glad to turn 30, but I was ok with it stopping THERE! Now I’m just feeling OLD. So I must hear “You don’t look like the mother of a teenager!” as often as possible!!!
Dude, it could be worse. You could be 55.
Enjoy your 30s. And have a happy birthday.
Bring your ass and that gun to Wisconsin–we’ll go sledding if you get here before the ice storm…