Cinco de Mayo

If ya' don't know May 5th marks my 32nd birthday.

Wow. That's old. Seriously. Please, spare me from the "you're still young, wait until you're my age!" talk. 32 moves you into an entirely different demographic. But I'm not trying to have a pity-party or anything, it's just a realistic observation. Dinner at 4 PM with sugar-free green jello for dessert while watching re-runs of Matlock and Murder She Wrote is all I have to look forward to.

I kid, I kid. Happy Birthday to me.

What did I ask my lovely wife for for my birthday? Nothing. You see I'm ashamed to admit what a bonehead I've been over the past few weeks but now its time to come clean. Firstly I left my Valentine's Day gift, a fantastic PSP, on a plane at the Atlanta airport. I was hopeful I'd get it back as I knew the flight # and seat where I had left it but that was nothing buy blind optimism. After a week I knew it wasn't coming back. Secondly I ran over my iPod with my car. I was loading my luggage into the back of my ride and forgot my briefcase. I put the car into reverse, gassed it, and heard a loud *CRACK*. I feared my laptop was crushed but luckily it was spared. But I certainly killed my iPod.

So after some savvy eBay-ing I have another PSP (with a bunch of cool games) and I bought myself another iPod earlier in the week (160 GB Video Classic, an upgrade over my first generation 30 GB Video ... sweet ...) so that is all the birthday presents I need. Nay, that is all the birthday I deserve.

So for the first time in a few years I am home for my birthday. We are having Cinco de Mayo happy hour at a nice Mexican place with some friends to celebrate.

31 had its peaks and valleys but was a gas overall. Let's hope 32 is even better.