It’s my thirty-somethingeth birthday next Thursday, and I’m so very excited about it. Once I hit twenty-five or so years old, birthdays became less about going “whoo!” and more about just getting older. I know that’s kind of a pessimistic view, but what can you do? Mostly I try to keep my head down and bull through it, usually while armed with a six-pack of something cold.
Here’s some pics I dug up recently, just showing the progress I made in the first half of my life:
19, on the English Channel
24, in the Army
19, in the South of France
Age 8, going to a birthday dinner
19, Rome
22, University
