So, another birthday has come and gone, leaving me exhausted and another year older. Rob Barnes taught me to say "I'm almost thirty!" when I was twenty-six, but now it truly hits close to home.

Of course, I get nothing but rolled eyes and derision from friends and spouses when I mention that little factoid. I'm still the baby.

Thirty, however, is creeping up on me. Time to unearth a few New-Years-Resolutions having to do with the state of the world when I turn thirty. Time to figure out why I can't seem to drag my ass to the gym, and why I have the eating habits of a college sophomore. Ick.