Twenty-six
It's the atomic number of iron and John Terry's number for Chelsea. It's also the age I'll be turning tomorrow.
I'm a little freaked. Just a little. After all, 26 is officially closer to 30 than it is to 20. And the idea of 30 conjures up all sorts of terrifying notions of real adulthood as opposed to the faffing about you do in your 20s where you pretend to be an adult.
I'm not ready to be an adult. You know what I did last night? I ate two slices of leftover pizza for dinner (Amore's in West Chester -- so delicious!) and watched Batman: The Animated Series (Barring the Nolan films, it's my favorite adaptation of the character). I mean, I may as well be a seven-year-old.
I'm excited, though. Twenty-six is a brand new page to scribble all over. So, I'm blatantly ripping off one of my favorite bloggers (the fabulous Andrea of Caffeinate Me. If you're not already reading her blog, hop to it. Seriously. Go ahead. I'll wait right here).
Dear Soon-To-Be-Twenty-Six Jaime:
Happy Birthday!
Twenty Six is going to be great. How do I know this? I don't, but I said Twenty Five was going to be great and that worked out pretty well, didn't it?
This is the part where I'm supposed to give you some great piece of advice that will carry you through the year but the truth is -- I don't have any.
You're going to work a lot but you're also going to laugh a lot. You're going to eat great meals and some truly terrible ones. You're going to cry and do that thing where you clench your jaw and breathe very quickly through your nose. You're going to kiss Dan and that'll make everything all better. You're going to spend time with the people that you love and you're going to give dogs bellyrubs.
Basically, you're going to live. Some days will be fantastically amazing and others will suck beyond the telling of it. BUT, every day will be yours and will be an opportunity for you to do something. Learn a new word. Read a Wikipedia entry you wouldn't normally have clicked on. Order something new (all the while keeping in mind the wasabi-tangerine ice cream fiasco of 2004. What the eff, Coldstone?!).
Basically, do what you've been doing and you'll be just fine, kiddo. It's gotten you this far and let's face it, you are one lucky bastard.
Anyway, have a fabulous birthday. Don't forget -- print out directions to the airport (don't forget the exit), stock up on Thank You cards (Target has some super cute ones) and take pictures at dinner.
Have a great one!
Love:
Me xx
It's the atomic number of iron and John Terry's number for Chelsea. It's also the age I'll be turning tomorrow.
I'm a little freaked. Just a little. After all, 26 is officially closer to 30 than it is to 20. And the idea of 30 conjures up all sorts of terrifying notions of real adulthood as opposed to the faffing about you do in your 20s where you pretend to be an adult.
I'm not ready to be an adult. You know what I did last night? I ate two slices of leftover pizza for dinner (Amore's in West Chester -- so delicious!) and watched Batman: The Animated Series (Barring the Nolan films, it's my favorite adaptation of the character). I mean, I may as well be a seven-year-old.
I'm excited, though. Twenty-six is a brand new page to scribble all over. So, I'm blatantly ripping off one of my favorite bloggers (the fabulous Andrea of Caffeinate Me. If you're not already reading her blog, hop to it. Seriously. Go ahead. I'll wait right here).
Dear Soon-To-Be-Twenty-Six Jaime:
Happy Birthday!
Twenty Six is going to be great. How do I know this? I don't, but I said Twenty Five was going to be great and that worked out pretty well, didn't it?
This is the part where I'm supposed to give you some great piece of advice that will carry you through the year but the truth is -- I don't have any.
You're going to work a lot but you're also going to laugh a lot. You're going to eat great meals and some truly terrible ones. You're going to cry and do that thing where you clench your jaw and breathe very quickly through your nose. You're going to kiss Dan and that'll make everything all better. You're going to spend time with the people that you love and you're going to give dogs bellyrubs.
Basically, you're going to live. Some days will be fantastically amazing and others will suck beyond the telling of it. BUT, every day will be yours and will be an opportunity for you to do something. Learn a new word. Read a Wikipedia entry you wouldn't normally have clicked on. Order something new (all the while keeping in mind the wasabi-tangerine ice cream fiasco of 2004. What the eff, Coldstone?!).
Basically, do what you've been doing and you'll be just fine, kiddo. It's gotten you this far and let's face it, you are one lucky bastard.
Anyway, have a fabulous birthday. Don't forget -- print out directions to the airport (don't forget the exit), stock up on Thank You cards (Target has some super cute ones) and take pictures at dinner.
Have a great one!
Love:
Me xx
2 comments on "You're the birthday, boy or girl!"
Have a wonnnndddddddderful happy birthday!!! :] <333
Thanks love! It was one of the best I've ever had!
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