29. And holding...

I just turned 29 last week. Man is that weird. I remember my mom turning 29. I think I was 5.

I had a wonderful time celebrating with my best friends at Jamie and Matt's house. They grilled burgers and chicken, I brought some munchies, Bobbi kicked my ass in pool, and we sat around the fire talking through some of the most random hysterical topics. It was absolutely perfect, and one of the best days I've had in a while.

I'd been having these weird bouts of wanting to cry for no reason for the last few weeks, and I had a spell on Wednesday (as you read below), and I almost had another incident on Thursday walking to the Worst Bar to karaoke with Jonathan's friends Bill and Rich. Thankfully I pulled it together and had a good time anyway. Friday, my actual birthday, went without incident. I actually started on Effexor that morning, and I'm now on day 4. The good news is, I haven't had a crying bout since Saturday evening. The other good news is I don't feel very dizzy - though I did take the day off and play hooky just because my head was feeling super clogged and under the weather this morning. Saturday mostly went without incident, though I did seriously consider not going to the dance after all. I had an awful vibe when I got there and very quickly decided I wouldn't stay too long - but then my friend Rachel from Pittsburgh showed up, and Jen Glover came to give me a huge hug, and I felt better - so I stuck around and even went over to late night for a while. But then my bones were so tired by 1:30 that it was definitely time to leave.

Sunday was spent with family, and they're always a good time - what a hoot! Ainsley has developed quite the separation anxiety and does NOT like to be anywhere her mom is not for very long. However, my cousin Clark seemed to be a source of entertainment for her for a few hours - and managed to give Christine a bit of time to herself. Poor Christine got blamed for spending too much time with her but I wonder - she is constantly handing her off to someone else, my mom watches her all the time, and she's part of a big family - but at the end of the day she goes to sleep in her parents' home, wakes up in her parents' home, knows her parents' voices and touch - why wouldn't she feel most comfortable with them? I figured it was bound to happen. I babysat for her last week and loved it - while she cried for me most of the time from being so tired and from missing her mommy, I did do my best to comfort her and I am proud to say I succeeded in getting her to sleep in her crib before long. Not that I didn't feel completely inadequate for a while there...

Today I did the stay-at-home thing and I'm happy about that. My boss gave me a half day on Friday, and I enjoyed that, but I feel like I really needed another day. I watched the Office and Fringe from last week. I read some more. I emailed back and forth with my Uncle about the upcoming family reunion in July. I did laundry. Tomorrow will be back to the grindstone, and I'm fine with that. Andy and Michelle told me to enjoy the last year of my 20s to the fullest, and I intend to make that happen as much as possible. So here I go.