The list is not exactly set in stone, so feel free to post ideas of what kinds of things we can do here.
It is also finals week, and I am the world's best procrastinator of 25-page essays (the one due on Thursday is still only two pages.......whatever, I'm an English major. It's what we do. I'd better be able to whip those out, for crying out loud), so this week's Things will have to be a little less extravagant than the ones to come.
Today's Thing was to celebrate my birthday with an ice cream cake.
- So, Thing #1 = Accomplished
- Turning 30 = Accomplished
- Having the last temper tantrum of my 20s when I went to Michaels with David to get a frame for this completely rad original art he found and bought for me (pictures to come after it gets custom-framed) and got hiccups (which I HATE HATE HATE) and had to sit down on the floor in the tacky glue aisle complaining about how crummy the end of semesters are and how I HATE HATE HATE hiccups = Accomplished (P.S. David stood guard over me while I sat on the floor hating the hiccups and shrugged his shoulders politely at people giving me concerned looks. We ended up having a great time picking out frames. And my hiccups went away. But seriously: the last tantrum of my 20s. I'm a 30-year-old now.)
And since you made it all the way through this post, here is a bonus video of Hollie from a couple of weeks ago, when she was still toppling over pretty frequently. I'm sure it will bore the pants off of most of you, but I can't stop watching it on my computer. It's so funny to me for some reason. I gobble this baby up.
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For the record, no one gave you "concerned looks" at Michaels while you grumbled violently on the ground between the flag display cases and the baskets. It's Michaels, for crying out loud. A creepy, crafty ghost town.
I did have a spot of trouble keeping track of you when you broke out in a brisk walk towards the front of the store (are we leaving?) but then turned it into a furious lap in an attempt to walk it off. I'm glad that we ended up in the knitting aisle together looking at a book of "Just Ducky" baby afghans. However, I was a bit sad to see that the helpful kid in the custom framing department was maybe 18. You see, my first job was as a stocker/sweeper in a craft store where my best friend was a custom framer, a job I considered woefully beyond my grasp. Were we really that young? Did the job really require so little experience?
That friend is now a successful artist in Chicago while I'm a PhD candidate in Texas. Should I be sad at how the time has slipped away or happy that we're both now woefully overqualified to be custom framers?
Nope, that just makes me sad too. If I'm so overqualified to be a custom framer, how come it took an hour and the helpful advice of an 18-year-old to get it done?
"I'm so excited I cannot remain upright one second longer!" I love babies!
Here are some suggestions:
Cook an awesome 30 minute meal (I'm hungry as I type).
Laugh as hard as you can for 30 seconds. Then stop cold.
Wear grown-uppy fancy makeup all day when you aren't going anywhere special. You know, like on a soap opera.
Take pictures of your 30 favorite things or things that make up your life right now. I would be amazed at how many of those have changed for me from 30 to 35 (like no more baby stuff around the house.)
Rent movies from the year(s) you were born.
Happy birthday!!!
Happy Birthday! You guys do too much. I get tired just reading about all the things you have to do. I think ya'll should make it to level 30 on Tetris and play add-on dance until you get to 30 moves.
Happy birthday, my dear friend. I love the vid of the babe. When she laughs she really looks like you. (Don't worry about turning 30. I just turned 65, and you have a looong way to go. Here's wishing those years are as good as the last ones have been for you.)
Happy Birthday!!! That is exciting you both get to be 30 at the same time! (I will be 30 a whole year and a half before Drew...) Miriam, Sam, and I just love watching baby Holly. You should come visit us sometime, find some conference to read papers at or something :)
How does she fall over so . . . gently?
Happy 30th! May your first 30 days be AWESOME.
Ah. So David did the same thing to you: one-upped your well-written blog post with an even more funny comment, right out of the box . . . er, right IN the box, but not, like, you know, in the cliched way that this phrase is used.
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