Randomly Friday

Company asleep at homeĀ  in the guest room, me sitting in my new office (I love my job), and I’ve just awakened my husband at 6AM PST because I got distracted and wasn’t paying attention to the fact that I was in “Recent Calls” rather than “Voicemail.” I think that all sends a pretty mixed message about how my Friday will play out.

So do my links:

Anniversary Denny’s

Every year, on the occasion of the anniversary of our first date (during which we had dinner at the Denny’s on Blackstone Avenue in Fresno), Mark and I invade some unsuspecting branch of the chain for a tradition we call “Anniversary Denny’s”. There’s usually a photo involved, although there was none that first night in 2001, and I can’t seem to find one from 2003, either. Last year’s was special, if depressing; we were o different coasts, so we sent each other solo shots from our respective Denny’s.

Anyway, here’s the whole set to date:

2009

2009: Greentree Road, Pittsburgh PA.

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One that satisfies my artistic needs…

Sorry for all the coyness and secrecy, but now that I’ve made the necessary notifications at my current position and all, I am most happy to announce that I have a really cool new job. What’s more, I have a cool new job doing pretty much exactly what I went to library school to do. Better still, I am officially considered university faculty in the aforementioned job, so I get lots of time off and benefits and stuff.

If I can get through the next two months till graduation, I will be very content.

And did I mention that I love my husband for putting up with my middle-aged graduate student ass for so long?

Realizations Upon Hitting Age 45

Thanks to all for the birthday wishes. I was sort of downplaying this year’s birthday. It’s pretty much impossible to look at age 45 as anything other than middle age, and I have to admit that it’s been bugging me just a little the past few weeks. Several times, I’ve found myself whining tonight and thinking “I don’t want to be 45.”

But let’s take another look. Between the little cancer episode of 2006 and that scary heart/thyroid thing in 2001, there were a few times in the past ten years when I wasn’t 100% certain I was going to make it to this point. On the more positive side, in the past few years I have also gotten within shouting distance of a master’s degree and at least the prospect of a career I can actually be proud of, become the co-owner of a house I love in a city I like, as well as a house I like in a city I love, and (best of all) spent nearly eight years with a boy who’s made me happier than I’ve ever been before.

From this perspective, middle age looks pretty damned good, huh? I’ve decided that I’m happy as a clam being 45, thank you.