29 and holding.

Happy Birthday to me! Today I turn 29 years old. My Mom will call me at 8:13 am mountain time to tell me all about the day I was born, just as she does every year. I love it. Apparently it was bitter cold in Santa Fe that day, just like it is right now... It had started snowing as my parents drove to the hospital at 11:00 the previous night, and when they put me in my Mom's arms it was a major blizzard.

29. That means I turn 30 next year. I don't mean to have the Bridget Jones style breakdown about turning 30, but there are some things on my mind, now that it is firmly within sight. I'm not where I thought I'd be at 29. I always imagined myself married with a munchkin or two by the time I hit 29. I am currently neither, and it doesn't look like either will happen by 30.

On the plus side, at 30 I will graduate from law school and start a fabulous new career. Now THAT'S something to be excited about. Almost like the end of the job wilderness. After spending my 20s drifting from job to job and town to town, I am looking forward to building a real career.

So what am I doing to celebrate?

Well, I'm housesitting in Corrales, and I noticed that the quilting store out here has a gigantic sign that says: "GOT YARN!" Sooooo. I'll cruise by there and see what they've got. Having lunch with Meg, followed by running a few errands and studying a little Con Law. Knit Night then dinner at Graze with Mom and my Brother. The weather is gorgeous, if nippy, so it actually feels like winter. I love that. Too bad there's no snow- skiing would be an absolutely perfect way to spend a birthday. Maybe next year! For the scary big 3-0!