I'll admit it: something about this summer and beginning of the school year has aged me. At least I don't look older than my age, but six months ago, I would have a 90% chance of getting carded for alcohol and a 20% chance of getting carded for an R-rated movie. Now people pretty much believe me when I say I am about to turn 34. That's at least a 13 year age difference in 3 months!
I blame kindergarten and insomnia.
Let's see how I did with last year's birthday resolutions (Spoiler: not that great):
Here are some personal goals I have for the following year of life:
1. Camp outdoors with tents, sleeping bags, the whole nine yards.
We got as far as spending a month's wages at REI to purchase a tent, bags, flashlights, and the like, and we set up camp in the backyard. We lit a lot of fires, so I'm pretty confident we have that part covered when we do actually go camping for reals, but we still are looking for a family who we can camp with for our first time.
2. Travel to a country or state I've never been to before.
Whoo hoo! I went to North Carolina recently for Tim's friend's wedding. Got that one in right in the nick of time. HOLLA at NC vinegar-based barbecue! It rocks.
3. Teach the kids to sing in harmony on a Simon & Garfunkel song.
I did start paving the way for this goal...trouble is, my kids are still a little shaky with singing on key, period. This may be a 5-year goal.
4. Bike from my house to my parents' house via the San Gabriel River Bike Trail.
Haven't tried it yet! I have convinced myself that I need a better bike.
5. Run a 5k!
I walked one on Thanksgiving last year. Then I tried training to run one and tweaked my knee, which gave me just enough reason to stop altogether. Gotta get back on track!
6. Build something with wood (maybe a new coop?).
Nope. And oh, by the way, the chickens died over the summer. Cheep Cheep was maimed by a cat we think, and apparently she crawled into a bag of straw and passed away in there. Then Rosie, without her coopbuddy, wasted away and died a few weeks later. I stood in vigil by her nestside and wept when she gave her last breath, bellowing "You're a good hen, Rosie, you and Cheep Cheep save some worms for me in chicken heaven, I'm so glad you're together again, you beautiful girls!" Not one of my prettier moments, but I loved those damn birds!
7. Work harder to spread the love and help my fellow man. I am admiring the Occupy movement from afar; maybe it's time to lessen the distance.
I took the kids to bring over some blankets and donuts to the people at Occupy Long Beach one weekend morning, does that count? :) On a smaller scale, I have gotten to know my kids more and have fallen in love with them as a result. And there's always fun to be had on Facebook. I am so, so lucky to be able to chew the shit with my friends there.
As for any poignant observations or ruminations, I have none at the moment. I feel a bit like a rental car: just slightly loose in the hinges and in need of an oil change. Can someone bring me some La Mer up in here? Just spread it on my toast, sweetie darlings. Mama needs to get moisturized, mmkay?