Birthdays get progressively more boring as one ages. Other than the initial “Yay It’s my birthday!” upon waking up today isn’t going to be much different than usual. Although I might stop by Dave’s and pick up a sugar-cream pie on my way home. Oh man, I love me some sugar-cream pie. One year ago, I put in my notice at my old job. That was a great birthday present. Whenever I get frustrated here at the County, I just remember how life-sucking the work at Thomson-West was and thank my lucky stars.
A lot has changed in a year. I’ve grown into my job, there is a new confidence in me when I hop around town talking to different County departments about improving their web presence. I actually have an expertise that can improve the way they interact with the public on the web, and the chance to use it. In the last year, I broke up with an old girlfriend, bought a house, found a new great woman, rode my bike to work for seven months, and took public transportation for the other five. I also broke a big toe and an elbow and finally got to play Punk Rock Softball. I’m also seriously cash-strapped as the house absorbs all of my money. So if anyone wants to treat me to my new favorite meal [a cheeseburger, sweet potato fries and a Guinness at Prosperity] tonight, I’m certainly down for that. Tuesday is the day for the cheeseburger deal at happy hour, if I’m not mistaken.
I didn’t make ribs this year, which was unfortunate. I am going to have two Thanksgivings though, so that will make up for it.
I must be hungry.
happy birthday adam.
i texted you on my way back to the hood tonight;
would like to issue a rain-check for a belated {burger-fries-beer} if you want one.
Thanks, Jeff! Judging by the timestamp on the text, I’d already been fed my burger-fries-beer, but the thought is very appreciated.
I’m a day late and a cheeseburger short, but Happy Birthday, Adam!