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Well, another year older and not feeling much different than I did last night when I went to sleep. Except, of course, that I'm no longer expecting an alien to burst from my stomach and tap dance on my desk. See, I had Thai for lunch yesterday. That's always a mistake. It's SO tasty when I'm eating it but later... well, let's just say I won't be having Thai again any time soon.

Anyway, happy birthday to me. I'll be eating dinner with my Bible study pals and going to church tonight. It's weird to think that not so long ago, an alien did burst forth from my stomach and tap danced on the bar - not because of Thai food, but because of the combination of car bombs, breakfast shots, and four horsemen/three wisemen. Chipotle with a group of God loving adults is a far cry, although an easier cry to stomach, than a raucous group of college kids banging their fists on the bar. Times have changed, but I have not.

Here's to growing up, even if it is only a little bit.