Some of you probably aren't aware I've been blogging since 1999.
Blogging has turned 10 years old, and I figured with my birthday occurring next week, I'd dig out some old posts many of my readers on Greensboring haven't read. They're abit personal, and tend to range from disastrously depressed, to nonchalantly "Who Gives a crap." Birthdays for me are a bit of a curse. I generally don't have very impressive birthdays, as they are, and have been, relatively close to Christmas. People are too worn out to celebrate so quickly again. As a child, I always got those combined Christmas/Birthday gifts which always kind of sucked. Anyhow.....
Notice, I don't even mention my "birthday".2000
Okay, I haven't written in a while, and I'm not sure why... but I've been very busy. So-o I did get the job. And I start on Monday, last week was my last day at Verizon, and I'm scared as hell. Christmas and New Years went extremely well. Shannon gave me a whale watching trip on New Years eve.... It was so killer! We saw 6 Whales and a whole bunch of Dolphins (my Fav)
This was the year, I was called a "heathen" by my mum-in-law.2002
Today's my birthday, officially 25 today. Man do I feel old. For some reason I still don't have a craving to purchase dizzying floral patterns that look like a 70's couch nor give up shoe laces for Velcro yet, so that must only mean that I'm still somewhat with the benefit of age. Shannon got me a DVD for my birthday, and its so-o awesome. The real present is when her mother called last night demanding I take down a less than flattering picture of her from our baby website.
2003
Another birthday has come and gone, and what can I say. My birthday's have never been exciting to say the least. My parents atleast remembered this year; and, instead of my Grandma writing Happy 26th or something which is always like a year or two off- I could tell the phrase "happy Birthday" alone meant she couldn't remember how old I was anymore. I'm really not complaining; this is just how my birthdays are. Shannon tried to make it special by doing dinner and a movie. It actually ended up I made Lasagna and we rented "signs" from Blockbuster. She made me a really cool cake though. She's sick with the flu, one reason we didn't do anything.
2004
it's my Birthday!!! I'm OLD!!! But hey it's snowing. YEAH! But the real question is what the hell are those little sausage balls on my pizza. You know the kind that comes on frozen pizzas which don't taste like any meat I've ever tasted before nor does it taste anything like sausage. It's a pain in the ass to pick those things off every time.
I couldn't find a 2005 entry for the exact day. This was right around that time though...2005
Okay first understand I drive a crappy car, a really crappy car. About a week ago the second half of the muffler fell off and started dragging under the car. Again this is the second half the first half fell of in June.... No problem right? I'll just cut it off like I did the first time and drive it until I can save enough money for another car. Errr.... Now the car went from being um... loud to ABSOLUTLY EAR DRUM BLEEDING loud. (Way to go Liv) It will absolutely surprise me if I don't get a ticket driving to work this next week. I've been looking for a car in the newspapers today, eBay, auto-trader, my couch cracks.... anywhere and they are all bloody crap in our price range. But then again I suppose a price range of next to nil shouldn't give me great expectations. My parents called today and told me "well you'll have to figure it out" and "your going to have to have a car for work" (Duh!)
I obviously "evolved" as a writer in 06'...2006
It was 29 years today, in a small suburb of Toledo Ohio, at Saint Charles hospital the miracle of life happened. In Oregon, Ohio where my parents lived, on Thurston street and overhead you could see the fire in the air from the oil refineries as they spewed the usual gas from its mighty towers. My dad can still recount the official score of the Bowling Green versus Toledo basketball game that played on the Hospital television as he awaited for mom to give birth to me. Then shortly after midnight on January 9 via C-Section, something wonderful happened, yet something so horrible. I was born.
Life has been pretty good to me, and I can't complain. I've accomplished more, and seen more than most people twice my age, yet feel an emptiness that still needs to be fulfilled in the upcoming years. What I've learned is this: You've got one life to live, and then its over. Do it now, for tomorrow may never come. Be good to those you meet, and live a moral life with understanding and respect for those who are different then yourself. I've also learned you have to fight, fight, fight, & kick and beat your way to the top in anything you do. "Take no prisoners, last woman standing wins" attitude or you'll get run over by everyone else.
Where does year 29 take me? I hope to a place of completion for so many things that have been in progress for way to long. Of all years I expect this one to be the one. This will be the year of joy, or desperation. One year from now we shall see if I'm still rambling about how things didn't get accomplished, or will I rejoice in the fact such things are over and done. This is my year to fight. Stay tuned because the battle has just begun. Oh and Happy Birthday to me.
By 07' I seemed to have just "dealt" with the whole Birthday issue.
2007
Well I've made it 30 years in this life... although I'm still under some kind of impending doom premonition that I'll be dead by 35. Yesterday involved coming home to a cake and pizza, which was about as good as it gets in my book. Good God, does it get any more dysfunctional then this?
