how to pick your friends

The last four digits of my phone number are the same as my best friend's birthday. That's pretty cool, right? It certainly makes it easy when I have to come up with a 4 digit code for things, since you're not supposed to use your own birthday, like the combination to my new bike lock.

Why do I need a bike lock? The answer to that is simple: because I got a new car. Seriously.

My new car is awesome, but it costs a small fortune to fill up. 



Since I am the chair of the Reston Pit Stop for Bike to Work Day, I figured now was as good a time as any to start biking to work. Which brings me back to why I needed a lock, and why I picked a best friend who's birthday is the same as the last four digits to my phone number. I highly suggest picking your friends this way. It worked out for us!



Okay, so maybe we were besties before I got the phone number, but the title "how to pick your phone number" didn't have the same ring to it. And it was just a coincidence.

I'm not so sure...

I asked my friend if it was weird that I started a third (well more like seventh, but I digress) blog just as an account of my 29th year. His reply kinda of shocked me. He said that he didn't think it was enough of a topic to sustain a blog and asked what it's purpose was. I said that it was going to be a funny account of my life, aside from the daily drivel (ie twitter and tumblr) and what I'm wearing. Then he made a joke about me not being funny.

I did not laugh.

Maybe I'm not funny.

But it still isn't stopping me from having a blog (or three).

365 to 30

I survived doomsday, so maybe it wasn't doomsday after all. Maybe that happens when you turn 30. 365 days until that happens. I would write a birthday recap, but I'm still processing.

I will leave you with this instead:

My 5 year old nephew is working on rhyming. He said to my sister "you know what rhymes? Mommy and Zombie." 
My sister replied "well, not really. But what would you do if Mommy was a Zombie?" 
My nephew answered "beat you up, because you're not my mommy anymore if you're a zombie."

two

Two seemed like a good title for my second post. It is the second, there are two days until the countdown to 30, I mean, my 29th birthday, and I have two days of personal leave. The personal leave is only relevant because I took half a day today (and if I write "half" like this "1/2" there's a two in it) to get ready for doomsday, sorry - I mean my birthday. And by get ready, I mean clean.

See, this is what my room usually looks like:

Beautiful, right? I know it's perfectly acceptable for a 28 year old to have a messy room, but 29? 30? At some point it had to be cleaned. I decided that this morning was as good a time as any. Here are the results:

You'll notice that the vacuum is still out. That's because I was too tired to put it away. Baby steps here, people!

3 days until 29

I have been kinda freaking out about turning 29. I mean, I'm not quite sure I'm old enough yet. So I asked myself self, what is the best thing to do when you are freaked out by something? Then I answered start another blog, of course! (It's not weird that I talk to my self, it's totally normal... for me)

So here it is, my interweb (it's what the cool people call the internet... okay, just me and my roommate) account of my 29th (plus 3 days) year. I'm not sure how often I am going to update, maybe daily, maybe not, but I promise to keep it short and sweet.