OK, I'll admit it, since someone already "outed" me in previous comments.
Today is my birthday. I'll even admit that I am now 36 years old. Too bad my mental capacity is still that of a 16 year old. Seriously, I still feel like I am too young to have children, like if I got knocked up it would be akin to some high school kid being pregnant.
Unlike Seawitch, I don't have any wise statements to make. I'm still too bitter about growing up. OK, maybe I'm not really bitter. But where the hell did all the time go? Why isn't my thesis finished? (OK, I actually know the answer to that, but still) Why haven't I done...something?
Unlike other celebrations, I don't really like making too much of my birthday here in Greece. I'm not exactly sure why. I guess part of it is because Greeks don't really do the birthday thing, so it makes me feel uncomfortable. Another part of it is that my birthday was always a time to be my friends. My friends whom I miss desperately. And inevitably, I'll get a birthday card or email from them that makes me cry.
My husband surprised me with a cake for breakfast. My mother-in-law bought a cake "at no obligation for us to stop by". I'm going to have cake coming out of my ears. I keep hoping that my in-laws will forget my birthday, but who am I kidding?
All things considered, I guess I'll quit bitching and just concentrate on all the things I am thankful for: a good life with a wonderful husband, a loving family (including my in-laws), friends that haven't forgotten me. And the tests on the first possible bird flu case in Greece came back negative!
Now if only a picture of Karl Rove in handcuffs appeared on the news, my birthday would be complete!