Saga of a Year and a Decade

Goodbye, 20s.

The benefit of being born right at the end of one decade means that … well, each decade represents an even x0-x0 of my life (more or less.) So, the 2000′s (did we ever come up with what we’re calling these? I still like Naughties…) were my 20s, even though I turned 30 a few months ago.

So as the year ends, and the decade ends, and we’re supposedly supposed to look back on this stuff, I look back on my 20s.

Yup. There they were.

I was going to do a Kimli-style year by year, but some of those years were pretty fucking awful, and I don’t really want to relive them vicariously through my blog archives. Eee.

So, highlights:

For the next decade? Plans include:

  • Continuing love for Most Wonderful Dog, asshole that she may be.
  • Continuing love for Most Wonderful Man, asshole that he may be.
  • Continuing love for Nursing. I will have a degree one of these days!
  • And maybe… I might get married and move to the suburbs and have a bunch of kids and a goat and a minivan. Or something like that. We’ll see.

Whatever it is… I think it’s gonna be fun. Happy New Years!

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3 Responses to “Saga of a Year and a Decade”

  1. erin says:

    Maybe you can find a goat with an abnormally long neck and that can satisfy your strange giraffe obsession?

  2. adrienne says:

    I would love to link this to your formerly rabidly “child-free” ranting self on IRC.

    *gigglesnort*

  3. Donna says:

    I maintain that I never said never… it was always just “well, I can’t SEE it happening.” Now? Well, maybe I can… :)

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