Well, today is my birthday and I'm turning thirty. I must say, it's much ado about not very much. It's a bigger deal to get the day off and get some sleep more than anything else. So unfortunately I don't have any deep thoughts on turning the big three-oh. Maybe I'll drink a couple margaritas and some beers later tonight and write a drunken, rambling, semi-philosophical post about only being as old as you feel or some other cliche'. But I doubt it.

I can't even really claim I'm middle aged, since you figure most people my age will live to be 100. I'm not even a third done. And when you consider the life styles some of my family members have lived before me, and they're still alive? My lord, I may never die. I think I come from hardy genetic stock.

So what have I done so far? Well, slept in of course. I baked some cookies to take in to work (remember when you were in grade school? What did you do for your birthday? You made sweets for everyone else to enjoy, right? Well, I turn thirty and my co-workers get cookies!)

I made some lunch. Watered my little tree. Wrapped some Christmas presents. Took care of some eBay chores.

OK, so maybe I am an old man now.