September 19, 2000

One year ago: I have a birthday. Well, look at that.

In honor of my twenty-eighth birthday, I thought that I would give you all a State of the Human address. You know, where things have been and where they are going. That sort of thing.

I talked to my mom tonight, and wanted to hear the story of my birth. Unfortunately, she claims she doesn't remember much. She remembers waking up in the middle of the night, and not knowing if she was in labor or hungry, so she went to the kitchen and got something to eat. Apparently, that didn't help, so she woke up my dad, and they called my great-aunt to come and babysit my brother, and they drove to the hospital. She told me how they had the gas back then, so she doesn't remember much of the actual birth, and my dad opted to stay in the waiting room. I can't blame him, really. Anyway, so I was born. My mom thinks I was six pounds and something, and I was about a week early. Then, she remembers someone brought my brother to visit, but he couldn't come into the room, and she felt bad for him. She compared it to how she feels about my brother's dog these days, when she's not allowed in a room or something, which I found pretty funny. Then, we got into a long discussion about where I slept and where my brother slept for the first few years of my life. I told her I don't remember.

So, that's the state of my birth, I guess. I thought I would give everyone an update on my employment status, too. My consulting job is over, for all intents and purposes. The website should be launching any day now, and once that happens, my services will no longer be required. Ironminds lost their funding, so they're not paying anymore, which means I'm not writing for them anymore. Sorry to be so mercenary about it, but a girl's gotta eat. However, I have more than picked up the slack by slating more recaps for MBTV for the fall. I'll continue doing Real World until it ends, and I'm adding Freakylinks and Gideon's Crossing, as well as Smackdown!. So that should keep me busy and give me a little spending money. I've got some other irons in the fire as well, but nothing solid yet. I would like to have a little more freelance work (and thus more money), but first of all, I'm nervous about overcommitting, and second of all, but the more I think about getting a real job, the less I want to. I mean, I don't want to have to dress up every day, and deal with annoying co-workers and most of all, a shitty boss. I read on various forums about how much people hate their boss, or office politics, and all that. I don't have to deal with that, and frankly, I don't want to. Could I be making more money? Sure. Do I want to sacrifice my current situation for more money? Not really. So that's the state of my work situation.

Everything else is pretty much in stasis. Still living in an apartment. Still happily living with Jim. Still the proud owner (mother?) of two fine cats. And I'm really fine with all of that. Well, except for the apartment part. I would like it to be a house part. Because then I could add a dog part. But I won't do that until I have a yard and enough space for the cats and a dog to co-exist. So, we're trying to save up, but it's difficult because we have a lot of expenses coming up with various weddings and the holidays and such. I guess we'll just have to try harder, huh?

So, I'm 28. Wow. I'm surprisingly okay with it, I think because I'm happy with my life. I have great friends, and I enjoy the work that I do. Sometimes I get antsy, but for the most part, I'm happy. Isn't that all any of us can ask for really?