When you turn blankety-blank years old, it means you are finishing that year. Not starting it. You are starting the year of your next birthday. When you turn one, you are not starting your first year. You’re finishing your first year. So on and so forth.
People tell me that it sounds weird to say it that way, and I’ve heard that people are now transitioning it to mean The Year I Am Blankety-Blank, and not the Beginning of My Blanket-Blank Year of Life. That is, by saying “My 28th Year” means “The Year I Am 28 Years Old” rather than “The 28th Year I’m Living” (which in fact would be when you are 27, and about to turn 28).
I have mentioned this pet peeve to various people over the years, and it’s usually met with resistance and some hostility. Which I totally understand, because I realize that correcting people over this very innocuous mistake can come off as being a little bitchy. Nevertheless, I wanted to make sure we were all on the same page.
I started my 29th year a bit early, which is why I’ve been a bit AWOL from the blog. My parents arrived last Thursday and I’ve pretty much been shopping til I dropped with my mom. I’ve bought a skirt and top from LOFT, a sweater from Madewell, a top from Lucky, a necklace from a Soho boutique and a necklace from a Soho street vendor, and Tory Burch ballet flats. Whew!
We also went out to dinner at a very expensive, yet totally casual steakhouse called Peter Luger in Brooklyn. Absolutely delicious and I stuffed my face with steak, baked potatoes, and an ice cream sundae.
Erik was a little overwhelmed by the size of the sundae
On Saturday, we had a little at home celebration, completely with a birthday balloon and ice cream birthday cake! Yum! Ice cream is my favorite dessert, so an ice cream birthday cake was pretty much the best.
And tonight, my actual birthday, we will be going to a chic restaurant nearby that has a huge wine line list and great food. We’ve taken my dad there before, but Mom has never been so it’ll be nice to introduce her to another fave location in our neck of the woods. This afternoon, Mom and I spoiled ourselves with mani/pedis and I’m decked out with a new monogram necklace that Erik gave me. I only told him only a couple weeks ago that I wanted one, and I’m so impressed he was able to get one in time for my birthday!
Another exciting thing that I managed to accomplish as I completed my 28th year (see what I did there?) is that I ran 6.2 miles on Sunday night. A 10K! As some of you remember, a 10K is something I’m planning to run in September. I ended up running out a little farther than I planned, so I knew I’d either need to run or walk home. I figured I might as well try running! And I did it! My time was 1:29:24, which isn’t terribly fast, but it does meet the cut-off time for the 10K. Barely, however, so I still need to work on my speed a bit. I know I can go the distance, but now I need to go the distance faster.
Today is also the first birthday of this here blog, and I want to say thanks to everyone for reading it. Unlike some people, I fully accept that I write a blog for other people. If I didn’t care about readers, I would keep a diary. I write a blog because I want interaction and I want conversation and I want to get to know others. To everyone who has made yourself known, you’re awesome. To everyone who hasn’t made themselves known, I know you have your reasons and I hope that you will open yourself up soon so that we can all get to know you.
I’m off to Philadelphia tomorrow for the American Association of Diabetes Educators annual conference, so it’ll be radio silence for another few days. See you next week!