Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Thirty-three

I'm thirty-three today, which is a middle-of-nowhere kind of number. I'm not extremely young anymore, but I'm not old yet. I'm not actually in my early thirties, but not in my mid-thirties either. Thirty-three is hard to define.

I was born on April 20, which is a groaner birthday for a number of reasons. For one, I share it with Adolf Hitler. Because of this, yucky things tend to happen on my birthday. Columbine is one example.

Four-twenty is also National Smoke Pot Day. I didn't know that until I was twenty-one and went to a bar for one of the first times. The guy at the door checking IDs laughed at me. I had no idea what he found so funny. "Four-twenty? Dude, is that seriously your real birthday? That's freakin' awesome, man!" I stumbled inside still clueless. My friend had to fill me in later.

But even though I'm neither old nor young, and even though I quite possibly have the world's worst birth date, I feel so thankful tonight.

I just came home from a wonderful dinner with my darling husband and my in-laws. My mother-in-law outdid herself on the dinner, and bought a chocolate gelato cake for dessert. They broke out some of their best red wine.

About a hundred friends near and far wished me happy birthday on facebook, which makes me overwhelmed and happy all at once. And tomorrow I get to register for my big birthday present: the SCBWI summer conference.

It's raining outside as I type this. I love the sound of rain on the roof, the earthy breeze that wafts through open windows. Young, old, or somewhere in between, tonight I'm so content, I could curl up and purr.

13 comments:

  1. Happy birthday!

    Guess how old I am? I'll give you a hint: December of 1976.

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  2. Myrna, Yay! We're in no man's land together! :) I hope 33 is being good to you!

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  3. Happy birthday - glad to hear it was a good one. :)

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  4. Happy Birthday and for some reason this post makes me think of David in the Bible. The unlikely shepherd boy, the youngest used to slay a giant and lead as king.

    ~ Wendy

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  5. Happy Birthday! And I didn't know all this about April 20. Interesting!

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  6. Thanks for the birthday wishes, everyone! They are fun to read, especially right now while I'm in the midst of caring for my bunch of sick children. It's a very merry un-birthday today! Okay, back to wiping noses and listening to whining.... You guys make my day!

    Amy

    P.S. Wendy, that's cool about King David. I don't think I could ever aspire to be like him, but it's a cool analogy and it gives us all hope: God has big plans for our lives. (Oh, if we only knew ahead of time what those big plans are!)

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  7. Happy birthday!!! :)

    I so know about Pot Day--that's all my high school students could talk about. Blergh. But considering 3 is my lucky number, I think 33 is a pretty sweet birthday!

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  8. Amy--I'm so sorry I missed your birthday yesterday. Happy Belated Birthday. Thirty-three---You are such a babe, still. Enjoy your thirties. Once you hit forty all kinds of weird things happen to your body...

    Okay, 4/20, I'd say you have one of the most interesting birthdates of all the people I "know." I'm glad you had a lovely dinner and lots of well-wishes.

    (I have my fingers crossed that you'll win one of Mary's books for your girls.)

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  9. Beth, I'm liking 33 more already!! :) Thanks.

    Sharon, I'm hoping we win the books, too. Go random number generator!! :)

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  10. oooh. Happy belated. What an amazing present--the SCBWI summer conference!!

    I'm jealous.

    Also on 4/20 I had an appointment at 4:30 and told my boss I had to leave by 4:20, and then I thought, "Is she going to think that's my code for going an smoking pot??" (I didn't, I promise!)

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  11. Esther VanderlaanMay 1, 2010 at 4:35 PM

    Happy very belated birthday!

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  12. Esther VanderlaanMay 1, 2010 at 4:35 PM

    Happy very belated birthday!

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