Go LJ! It's Ya Birfday

Thirty-nine. Thirteen thrice. That’s insane. There’s no way I’m that old. There’s no way that I’m 365 days away from being forty. I remember my parents when they were my age. They were adults. They had real jobs and did real things. I don’t feel that at all. I still get a thrill from being old enough to order a beer at a restaurant, but getting older is better than the alternative. And since I’m still alive, I might as well make the most of it. I’m two for two on resolutions this year. I got to the gym and did some work in the pool and I didn’t gorge myself on ravioli. I gorged myself on spaghetti and a meat moon but that doesn’t count, especially since I did it while spending time with family and friends. The only thing I didn’t get done today that I wanted to was switching this thing over to Wordpress. I ran out of time before I went to dinner and I don’t have anywhere near enough energy to pick out a design and whatnot let alone figure out how their off-brand picture uploading works. I don’t know if I really want to move, but when Google got ridiculous with their ad policy I said I would, so I am. It’s free and I can find a whole bunch of new things to complain about with how Wordpress does things.


There are a couple of things about today that I want to reflect on, and I will write about tonight’s dinner tomorrow. The first thing is that I had a wonderful dinner with a bunch of friends and family. Next, Bobby Bowden coached his last football game today. I hadn’t thought about it much as the Gator Bowl approached, but my slowly dying love affair with college football died a little bit more today. Joe Paterno and Steve Spurrier are the only two coaches left at big time programs that aren’t complete corporate assholes, and I don’t know how much longer they’ll be around since Paterno is 83 and Spurrier is 64. It was a very sweet birthday with just a touch of bitter, but the bitter let’s you know how sweet the sweet is.