33rd year

technically i have just turned 32.  but if i were korean (and you all know that is a distinct possibility despite how i look!), it would be 33.  they count the time you spend in your mom's tummy.  funny huh?
mari asked me what i wanted to do for my birthday this year, i said, not much.  just chill.  next year i will have a big party.  she says yeah!  you will be 33, the age of jesus.  excuse me?  isn't that the year he died?  she says, well yeah, but it was a really big year too! so much happened.
i told mom what mari had said, her response:  isnt that the year he died on the cross?

so whats so good about a 33rd year?  i really dont know yet.  but i feel it!  every since christmas, i have felt a sort of "downhill from here" weight lifted.

even at work, i find myself letting things that normally torture me endlessly, just go.  without heart palpitations, chest pains, tears, screaming while driving or even swearing while explaining to mari and malia the troubles of the day.  in fact, i came home from work the other day and felt like i had actual fun.
no i have not started doing drugs. or benadryl (mari!).

maybe i am going to die after a fantastic year?  geez i hope not.
but i definitely think there is something good, no great!, about this year and all it holds.

here is the plan. . . 

iowa for work.  that is what it looks like.

actually this is probably a little closer to current conditions.  heading to muscatine the 3rd week in January.

valentines day (mari's bday!) in barbados

st patricks day in the great country of ireland (b's birthday!)

summer time fun in the backyard at my house on 185th.  think i will get a kiddy pool this year!

capping out the year with a wicked birthday party at lynnwood rollaway.  

get out your skates folks.  this is going to be fun!