Feeling Old

Kim and the Portrait of Dorian Grey (Gray? How is that spelled anyway?)

It was my birthday last Saturday. I turned 34, yes, I am not ashamed to say it. I'm not at all ashamed of my age-- just the little tell-tale signs of aging that I really did not expect to turn up yet. Like, for example, the white hair just at the top of my part that is currently sticking straight up waving its little flag of surrender to everyone who peers closely with a magnifying glass at my head, saying "Kim's gettin' old and needs to go to the hairdresser." That darn hair. I know that I am probably THE ONLY ONE who sees it. But I cut it off, instead of pulling it out. I'm on to that little thing my mom used to say about "if you pull a gray hair out, 7 more come to its funeral." So instead of killing the thing, I regularly amputate it very short and make it lie there suffering. Mwahahahahahahahaaha ha.

Anyway, before I got distracted by my stupid gray hair, I was talking about my birthday. I did not do anything really exciting. Andrew & I got up, lay about his apartment aimlessly, (I think we watched the Animatrix-- or was that some other lazy day?) We ate breakfast, went to the gym (I am superwoman with big muscles. Hear me roar.) Then we went out and bought the ingredients for me to make a KICK ASS lasagna some cookies & some ben & jerry's. Watched a movie (Bend it like Beckam-- which is really sweet & funny & worth watching).

I did mention to Andrew several times how lucky he was. I didn't even demand new sparklies. Although the guy in the other movie we watched (Sunday morning) sent sparklies to his daughter. You can read other posts to see what movie that was. See, I'm building suspense and fabulous interest in my blog by not telling you. (insert another evil laugh here).

Blog blog. That sort of sounds like a dirty word, doesn't it? I'm sure that's not at all an original thought. But that's me, not original, typing away here where it is time to go to lunch.

Today I'm having either a Lean Cuisine Oriental Pot Sticker meal or Lean Cuisine Santa Fe Rice. And a sparkling lime water. Yumm yummity yum.

Speaking of students (I know, I wasn't). But there's one in the lab right now from a class that doesn't meet in here finishing up her paper which is officially due in two hours. I suppose if she's coming in here to FINISH the work, it's not so bad. But I'm all depressed that they wait so long and I constantly catch them at it. They just better not try that "I worked all weekend on it" thing on me cause I'm onto 'em.