Okay, I'm not actually that tripped out about turning 31. It's not really all that different than 30, so far. Except... this morning, on my first morning of being 31, I walked out side and slipped on the ice and went sliding down my driveway. Fortunatly I didn't break a hip, but my head does ache a little.. and my thumb hurts.
I worked late last night and then my truck broke down. My girl had to come and rescue me while I left my poor sweet little truck all alone in the cold and deserted parking lot. I guess it was allright, She was okay this morning when I got here. I guess she's old enough to stay away from home for the night. She is a 2oo3, after all. Two years in truck years is like a human 10 yr old. Anyway, we normally go out to eat on our birthdays but I was so freaking tired all I wanted to do was go home and sleep. We got a rotisseree chicken on our way home, ate, watched Medium, and I zonked out at about 10:30. I do feel a lot better now after having enough sleep. I am getting old!!! haha.. fine with me. Bring on the hot water bottle & lap cats. I'm ready.
I also must comment on how absolutley fucking blessed I am. Even though it sucks that I have to spend money on fixing my truck, I can't believe how great it is that I actually have the money. The way the checks land this month, and it only happens twice a year, I will have the money to fix it. I just hope it's not over a couple hundred or I am screwed anyway.. but I do feel like I'm being watched out for a little. I never have extra money. In fact, I think the phrase "extra money" is laughable. At least for me.
Tracie got me ram for my birthday! yeaaaah!!! Now I have a gig for my mini. :D I only had 256 before and it was severly crippled. I am still debating whether I will attempt to install it myself. Normally I don't shy away from installing ram, but the mini is so freaking small I am afraid I will crush something. Comp USA will install it for $30 so I should probably go that route. I'm very happy to have ram for my birthday! Woot Woot!
The only thing that really gets to me every year when turning a new age is that my mom isn't here. My whole life it was kind of about us - my birthday. She had me. She sat through the labor. She is the reason I'm here. She'd call me and sing happy birthday to me on the answering machine. She'd tell me how I was born early in the morning in a blizzard. It's not fun doing it without her. She always gave me cards with kittens on it. Even my 29th birthday card had a kitten on it. I love kittens. She's one of the only people that knew I would still love a card with kittens on it at 29. Actually, I'd still love one at 31, but... well.. I know thats not going to happen. No one but her remembers me sleeping the barn in a pile of cats. I miss her so much I could puke, and birthdays don't make that any easier.
Thats not to say i don't like the cards and presents I did get. I do, very much, appreciate everyone that called, emailed, or IM'd to wish me a happy birthday.
I'm feeling the love everywhere I look, and this morning, even with my aching head and skinned up thumb, I'm feeling very blessed.
