Of birthdays and childhood and home

Birthdays have always been pretty happy occasions for me. A couple years ago that changed. I had a party and got spectacularly drunk. Puked.

Now that's nothing new, but when you get older it hurts a lot more. Not a good decision.

And then last year I got my face beat in. Again, not a great party. :)

Every birthday represents another year of getting older. I don't want to get older. Getting older sucks, pure and simple.

Well, birthdays used to be a lot of fun. They were an excuse to party and have fun. I remember some great birthdays at arcades. I remember a Star Wars themed Bday that was tons of fun. Growing up as an only child with 3 parents, I was pretty spoiled and catered to.

And, I think this year is the beginning of that happening again. Lots to be thankful for and so much making me happy (especially one thing).

So, I kind of lost the point to this particular entry since it's taken me about 5 hours to type it. If I regain my thoughts I'll add. But I guess I'm just happy to...be happy. :)

H a ppi

In my entire life, I have never been more happy.

My heart vacillates between feeling like its missing and that it will explode from my chest.

If you haven't experienced it, I highly recommend it.