So Old.

Today I turn 32. Yes, I am old. Thirty-one didn't really phase me. I mostly thought it was funny, because I just didn't believe it myself. But now that I am 32, I am starting to feel old. Perhaps it is the lack of excitement surrounding my birthday. Birthdays were the highlight of my year in elementary school. It meant you got to bring cupcakes to school and you were the center of attention for 15 minutes that afternoon. You got to have a party where all your friends came over and brought you gifts. And more cake. In high school, there weren't anymore presents, but you still got to hang out with all your friends, you were the center of attention for the day, and of course, cake. For awhile, as an adult, I still would celebrate with friends. One morning my friends at school all woke me up at 7 am and took me out to breakfast before class. My 30th birthday was fabulous. Adam and Michelle conspired to take me on a scavenger hunt throughout Seattle, culminating at my favorite restaurant where all my friends and family were waiting. And a cake. While birthdays are still nice, I get phone calls from my family and Adam always does something nice, it's much less magical. It's just another day. I hope there is birthday cake at least. I do still look forward to the birthday cake.

Oh Dear.

This is the last thing I need. Offer me the opportunity to organize, and I will spend every free moment doing just that. But combine organization with knitting? And it's all over.

I'm back!

I had a great time in the O.C. this weekend. It was great hanging out with my friends from college. We're all at that same place in our lives where we're trying to figure out what's next now that we've done all those things we were supposed to: gone to college, gotten jobs, gotten married. Kids? Careers? Both? We'll figure it out. We are after all, intellegent, successful women.

Pictures from Disneyland and our night out in Fullerton to follow.
Now it's nap-time, as I'm just not as able to recover from a night of drinking as I once was. The sad part is I had all of 3.5 drinks over the course of 6 hours last night and am still feeling it. Ah to be young again!

Let's play a game...

We'll call it "What is Tracy doing right now in Disneyland?". It will be fun. It's around 8. I think she just arrived at the theme park with her college friends and is wondering where she can get the biggest Mickey & Minnie themed Americano she can find. It's early you see, and the ladies were up reminiscing about the annual Homecoming bonfire, and singing the fight song until the wee hours of the night. And now it's early. And they are at Disneyland. And they really, really need their coffee. Maybe a Winnie the Pooh shaped scone to share too. A little breakfast will take the edge off of the crowds and the strollers and all of the parents stuck walking the fake dogs on a leash after their kids have tired of them. Not that Tracy is down on Disneyland. She's just a little tired from the night before. Perhaps they should have gone to sleep a little earlier, instead of singing that last chorus of the fight song.

What will Tracy and her friends do after they've had their morning treat? Will it be the Tea Cups? The Small World? The daunting Space Mountain? Pictures with Snow White? Tell me your guess, and Tracy can catch us up tomorrow. Comments are open!

Bye for now. Emily (Secret Agent Blog)

Happy Friday!

I'm headed to LA for a weekend with my college friends, so in the interest of beating Friday traffic, I took the day off work. It's been awhile since my schedule has offered the flexibility for this, and it is nice having time to get stuff done. I have to wash my car and clean the bathrooms and then I'm leaving, hopefully to be on the road by 2 pm.

Emily will be guest blogging for me on Saturday, coming to you live from the Wallingford Tully's. Enjoy, and I'll be back Sunday! Aren't you loving this NaBloPoMo daily posting?

The good, the bad and the ugly

the good: I bought this fabulous yarn months ago, Manos del Uruguay. It's handspun, and comes in a million beautiful colors. I've been looking for a good project worthy of this yarn. And I found it here. I used double strands, one of each color, and it turned out quite lovely if I do say so myself.

the bad: I didn't knit a swatch before making the hat, and it is too small. So either I need to reknit it on bigger needles, or I need to find an 8 year old who'd like a nice wool hat.

the ugly: the striped baby blanket. It's done. It sucks. I'm sad. So I'm going to rip it out and make an entire wardrobe of baby clothers out of the yarn. Ah well, you can't win 'em all.

The Good

Since yesterday's entry detailed what I missed about Seattle, I
figured San Diego deserved to hear what it is I like about being here.
It will never quite live up to home. There's something about that
place you call home, the sentimentality of it, that leads you to see
all the good, and forget the bad. You idealize it and maybe you forget
that there were some parts that you didn't like, some things that this
new place has, that you actually like. San Diego is a pretty nice
place to spend a few years.
1. I love driving here. The freeways are fabulous. If I ever get stuck
in traffic, it is for about 5 minutes between where I get on the
freeway in La Jolla and the cut off for the 52. That's it. The rest of
the time, I get to drive 70. For those not familiar with Seattle
traffic, there I would get excited about driving 40. Woo hoo! Speed!
2. I love the beach. I don't spend as much time there as I should, but
sitting on the sand, listening to the waves, reading my trashy
magazines--there is something in the salt air that is so relaxing.
3. the Farmers Market. I have told of my love affair with produce
before, but it bears repeating. I will miss the fresh produce if I
ever leave here. It makes it so easy for me to eat the way I would
like to, with fresh local produce, eating what is in season.
4. Outdoor malls. The novelty of shopping outdoors still hasn't worn off.
5. Knitting. While the yarn stores here leave a bit to be desire, I do
enjoy my knitting. I have my Monday knitting group which makes me
happy. While I am the only one in the group without a child (I pride
myself on being the one outsider who has stuck around) I never feel
left out of the conversation. They are all very interesting women, who
I never would have met otherwise. I look forward to that each week.
Partly because of the fabulous bread pudding they make at the coffee
shop where we meet, but mainly because of the company.
6. Peets. My favorite coffee. There's one on the way to both
hospitals. So I can always get my fix.
So I am happy here, I just miss home.