Kitty Cupcake

For some reason, the big three one just doesn’t mean anything to me other than a slow crawl to the big four oh. Last year meant something to me, it was a milestone of sorts. When I was twenty, I didn’t think about the future at all and didn’t consider that I would be married, own my own place, raising three cats, and maintaining a job that doesn’t allow me to wear blue jeans. Ok, I still don’t understand why we have the dress code we do hate the fact that older-then-me-timers think that all office-run businesses should require people to wear dress clothing when they sit in an office all day, never go to client meetings, and never interact with clients.

I’d like to thank the people who remembered my birthday this year, you know who you are. I think this is the first one that I wasn’t just greeted by my morning deluge of forum-related birthday wishes from the many forums I have subscribed to over the years. Heck, even the wife remembered, which is a fairly big thing in my book.

I don’t have anything special that I look forward to in the next year of my life. Keep my job and get paid, make sure my wife and cats are happy, and continue fixing up and furnishing our home. Though, I will still keep at losing these annoying excess pounds I’ve built up over the last ten years, so hopefully by next year I’ll get that out of the way.