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One of the best things about writing a blog is reading what you did on past holidays and birthdays, especially when your mind starts to go. For example, today I thought I was being quite original by going to Adam's Mountain Cafe for breakfast to celebrate my 32 years on this planet, only to look back and realize that's exactly what I did last year. At least having a bad memory makes you easy to amuse.

This year I celebrated by buying a bike on Saturday. (Not actually part of the festivities, just coincidental.) Then riding on said bike until I couldn't walk. Sunday, Mike took his first day off work since the shop opened. Except for a few minor emergencies which are now par for the course, all went well. We were able to give out cones to kids at a church picnic, then see Despicable Me (it was fairly funny), then have dinner and ice cream and presents with my family.

Today I took the day off work to celebrate my birthday. (Besides, had I gone to work, I was going to have to give a presentation, so it was an easy decision.) My sister Tara who is a layabout all summer, being a teacher, came down to teach me the ropes of being a layabout. We got massages at Mateos, ate cinnamon rolls at Adam's Mountain Cafe, and hiked the Crags. I came home to surprise flowers from Mike and dinner at Blue Star. A fine day.

In conclusion, thoughts on growing older: It rocks. I love being in my thirties. I've found that I've enjoyed each year of my life more than the last. Aging is good. You gain wisdom and confidence, while still feeling like a 22-year-old inside and while having the income of a 32-year-old. I say: Go Age!