OMG I DIDN'T DIE
Jan. 29th, 2008 12:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rena_librarianAt the moment I have either food poisoning or the flu. Not sure which, but I threw up so I'm SO staying home tomorrow. I emailed in sick so I don't have to get up and call. Not taking sick time, though, it's early enough in the pay period that making up the hours will be easy. I'm pretty sure it'll be a day or two before I want a lunch hour. >_<
Yesterday was Esme's first birthday, and today was Elijah's (if you go by the idea that it's still officially Monday, since I haven't gone to bed yet). Congrats, woohoo, fanfare, etc. I promise I'll care more tomorrow.
Esme being a year old feels about right, but Elijah being 27 makes me feel OLD. (As does my own impending 22nd birthday, and Maddy's seventh, and the boys' fourth, though I think I'm okay with Mirielle's second.) Have I really crushed on him that long? Five years? (Maybe more if you count the strictly Frolijah days?) DAMN.
I told my mom that it made me feel old to be turning 22 because there's no more milestone birthdays until you hit over the hill, no matter where you place that mark, and she pointed out to me that it hit her the other day that she's going to be SEVENTY pretty soon. (Which isn't exactly right, she'll be seventy around the time I'm thirty; but I get what she means.) She said that SEVENTY is what's truly "old" to her and she's kind of freaked that she's going to be it.
It is kind of odd.
My grandparents on her side are going to be eighty on their birthdays this year. WOW. My other grandpa is going to be 86, I'm pretty sure. Craziness.
And me being sick is making me ramble with little to no point. In lolcat: I sleepz nao. Kthxnite.
Yesterday was Esme's first birthday, and today was Elijah's (if you go by the idea that it's still officially Monday, since I haven't gone to bed yet). Congrats, woohoo, fanfare, etc. I promise I'll care more tomorrow.
Esme being a year old feels about right, but Elijah being 27 makes me feel OLD. (As does my own impending 22nd birthday, and Maddy's seventh, and the boys' fourth, though I think I'm okay with Mirielle's second.) Have I really crushed on him that long? Five years? (Maybe more if you count the strictly Frolijah days?) DAMN.
I told my mom that it made me feel old to be turning 22 because there's no more milestone birthdays until you hit over the hill, no matter where you place that mark, and she pointed out to me that it hit her the other day that she's going to be SEVENTY pretty soon. (Which isn't exactly right, she'll be seventy around the time I'm thirty; but I get what she means.) She said that SEVENTY is what's truly "old" to her and she's kind of freaked that she's going to be it.
It is kind of odd.
My grandparents on her side are going to be eighty on their birthdays this year. WOW. My other grandpa is going to be 86, I'm pretty sure. Craziness.
And me being sick is making me ramble with little to no point. In lolcat: I sleepz nao. Kthxnite.
