Wednesday Oui? From the archives

My first birthday- probably the last time I was so dirty.

I must admit, I'm not one to make a huge deal out of my own birthday. I get embarrassed when people acknowledge it or when there is a party for me. I don't know why. But, this year... this year is my last birthday in my 20's. That's a little scary. Thirty doesn't seem old but, when I was younger, 30 always felt so.... adult. Sometimes I still feel like a kid. I don't know if that makes sense but, I still wonder when I'm going to feel like an adult. Don't get me wrong, I'm responsible (always have been) I have a house, a spouse and a career. Hell, I even have a picket fence, a checkbook and a station wagon. But when am I going to feel old? I guess it's a good thing, but I'm a little freaked out. Saying I'm twenty____ still feels young. When I hop the fence to thirty_____  I'm in a whole different category.

I've decided, after today, I'm not going to tell my age in years. I'm going to do it in months. What? Why is that a bad idea? People do it with their children, "Oh, she's 16 months..." or "He'll be 22 months on Friday..." so after today, my 29th birthday, when people ask how old I am I'm going to do it in months. "Me, oh I'm 348 months." Sounds good to me ;)

Oui are getting old.

The day I came home from the hospital. A day my sister refers to as one of the best days of her life :)

Yeah, we had a lobster trap for a coffee table. Jealous?