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Archive for February, 2008
30
I guess turning 30 means something profound for some, and for others it’s very similar to 29 and not too unlike 28. For me, it’s only an opportunity to reflect on my blessings and good fortune. And to skim books like 30 Things Everyone Should Know How to Do Before Turning 30. I think I am in pretty good shape.
- wrap a present
(thanks Mom and Dad, for showing me how to wrap gifts and the quick-fix usefulness of a gift bag.) - start a successful fire in a fireplace, at a campsite, and in a barbecue
(I think those who know me can attest I have never had a problem starting a fire.) - finish a piece of furniture
(Mike showed me the ways of furniture rehab in the summer of ‘97 or maybe it was ‘98…Damn, I’m getting old.) - get a raise (check.)
- order wine at a restaurant without getting stiffed
(check.) - parallel park in three breathtakingly beautiful movements
(this has happened on occasions.) - dance a “slow dance” without looking like an idiot
(well, I usually feel like an idiot in this scenaro but I think I’ve managed to pull this off.) - use a full place setting properly, including chopsticks and Asian soup spoons
(love those soup dumplings at New Green Bao. check.) - clean your place in under 45 minutes, when friends, relatives, or prospective lovers are coming by unexpectedly, and soon
(I am not sure that I have ever cleaned my place in any other circumstance.) - hold your liquor
(like a champ. check.) - cure a hangover
(yeah, it’s called sleep. check.) - do the Heimlich Maneuver
(will doing it to someone who isn’t choking count? X) - use a compass
(I carry one on my keychain. it’s my lifeline in the outer boroughs.) - change a flat
(check. this is not fun to do on a land rover, fyi.) - jump start a car
(too many times. check.) - open a champagne bottle
(with little to no “pop”? check.) - send a drink to someone’s table
(I know how to do this, just never have. X) - cook one “signature meal”
(I have several but the crowd pleaser seems to be enchiladas.) - whistle with your fingers
(this list is stupid. X) - take good pictures
(I have a couple I am proud of.) - fold a fitted sheet
(I was lucky enough to receive a personal lesson on this from a wonderful teacher…) - remove common stains
(I guess the old method is soda water and salt but those marker-style stain removers are awesome.) - sew a button
(but that’s what the dry cleaners do. X) - carve turkey, lasagna, and birthday cake
(check, check and check.) - hold a baby
(and without getting any bodily fluids on me, i might add.) - change a diaper
(somebody has to do it. check.) - keep a plant alive for more than a year
(succulents are great survivors.) - make dogs and cats love you
(dogs, not a problem. cats? it took a few years, but it eventually happened.) - help someone (an older or ill person, a woman you’re trying to impress, your mother) out of a car
(of course, any chance I get. my mother raised me proper!) - write superior thank you notes
(not as often as I should, but it has been done before.)
26 out of 30. Does that means I’m really 26 years old? A friend once told me that to determine your age in “guy years”, you subtract 4 years from your real age. So I guess this test is pretty accurate.
Or it’s all for fun, which is what birthdays are all about. Here’s to 30 truly blessed years of life. Can’t wait to see what’s next.
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