Happ Birthday To Me...again

This past Thursday I endured another birthday, my twenty-seventh. It was great because I didn't really do anything for it, and that's just the way I like it. It seems that you're either a big birthday person or you're not. I am definitely not a big birthday person. My favorite thing to do on my birthday is to go out and buy a few things for myself (usually cologne) and then go test drive a car that I'd like to own one day. This year it was supposed to be Land Rover's latest and greatest--the LR2. Unfortunately, my school work took precedence over this demi-tradition of mine, so it has been postponed until I have free time again (probably in the second week of June).

I'm pretty much okay with being twenty-seven. There's always someone older than me that says I'm still just a baby, and then there are the kids who are younger than me that are unable to remember a time when they couldn't sum up their day with an away message on AOL's Instant Messenger and can't fully comprehend how old twenty-seven really is. I'm actually looking forward to being in my 30s. I have this bizarre idea of what my 30s will be like.

I've always pictured myself married to a great guy and we co-own our renovated 1940s Mediterranean bungalow complete with Spanish iron work and tile roof.

We have a Weimaraner named buck or rufus or something like that.

We like to take fun little 3-day weekend trips in our Land Rover LR

or BMW convertible,

or fully restored 1987 Toyota Land Cruiser (that has somehow been turned into a hybrid that doesn't really need gas)


..... perhaps I should prepare myself for an odd reality check that or a watered down version of this well planned out fantasy-life.