The Big Two Eight

So, today is my birthday [please, no pressure to sing a tune for me] and I'm officially 28 years of age.

Twenty-freaking-eight.

No, it's not ancient but it's not 'young' either. It's a nice in between age that definitely puts me over the 'mid-twenties' range and into the shocking 'late-twenties' bracket, because the jump from 27 to 28 seems enormous in my head. I'm not dramatic at all, am I? Birthdays make me introspective each year, and because I'm a diva and it's myyyyyy day, I get to ramble a little bit more on this post.

Anyway, today was literally like any other day because I worked a full 8 hours, then hit it hard at the gym, and then made myself some leftovers for dinner. You see, I didn't feel right asking off at work considering that I get the privilege of a three day work week anyway. Wedding season starts with a bang this weekend and we'll hold it down in the STL with intensity for sure. I love weddings, in case you didn't notice.

Then Nate had a volleyball game tonight and as much as I enjoyed smothering him with a guilt trip about missing an actual birthday dinner, it really wasn't a huge deal to me. We went to dinner with his parents on Saturday and just the two of us are going out tomorrow night, too, so really....what more could a girl ask for? Reheated stir fry alone will do for this old hag.

I decided to make use of my free time after work while Nate was being all athletic and stuff, and brought it at the gym. More on this later, but I had an epiphany about this next marathon. Big ideas, new thoughts, and a whole lotta renewed excitement over here. It might have something to do with my husband being a freaking psycho researcher with the following display of dork-ism. A few of these were purchased and most were rented from the 'brary. But dude, nobody could ever accuse him of jumping into something without analyzing every detail. [Yep, that quality makes my heart pitter patter. Was there any doubt?]



More on my newfound running mojo later. I'm so into it.

But the whole point of this post is this: how did people ever feel loved on their birthdays before facebook/the internets/text messaging/cell phones? Really. I don't know how I survived the multitude of birthdays before today. I feel so special, so important, so popular---which is exactly how a girl should feel on the day of her birth, right? A ridiculous amount of people left me a note on FB, I got a few emails, texts [and as a person that is NOT hip on the text messaging fad this is a big deal], and voicemails all of which did their job in making my day happier. I truly enjoy feeling 'connected' to people and technology makes it so much easier. Maybe I'm just now realizing this connection is why I spend a significant amount of time on the internet, especially at a time in my life when I'm geographically distant to my old comfort zone of home. See? There I go again, getting all deep on you again. I'll stop now but moral of the story is I heart technology because it makes me feel special.

Speaking of special, please don't be creeped out by my newest craft:

No, that isn't the creepy ghost lady from The Ring. That's Kim, my friend who is living in Korea. She is a part of our 'fab five' group of girls and since Kristen is getting married this weekend, making her number four out of five to don a wedding dress, our group will be severely lacking one important key member. We are all sad Kim will miss this occasion but I decided to take matters into my own hands. Now we will have the complete group in our pictures, at least!


That is Kim's head on a stick and I'm sure she will make an appearance in many hilarious pictures this weekend. Isn't she fabulously creepy and awesome, all rolled into one? I love it.

So that's all I have for you on my first day of being 28. I'm off to play with my new toys now since Nate got me a tripod for the SLR, a new hot pink Nike running tank, and his parents gave me money for a new dress to wear on our many wedding excursions. Shopping?!?! Pink running attire??? AND something photography related? You'd think they would know me better than that by now:)