Is being 33 equivalent to being middle aged?

Two days ago I was reading the obituaries (it is something that I do on a daily basis) and I saw that a friend of mine from college had lost his father. His father was only 56. I have noticed a trend lately (a bad one at that) of individuals dying in their early to late 50s. Since when did being in your 30s equate to being middle aged? I wonder if I am spending enough time with my parents. Since they are now both in their 50s, I wonder if they will be dying in the next few years. With the trend the way it is, I am really beginning to wonder.

I spoke to my husband about my fear of dying young and he felt the same way. Since both of us could stand to lose some weight, we both made a pact that once I am done with my pregnancy, we are going to change our lifestyles. Right now we eat better than we did the last time I was pregnant, but it is not enough. There will be a total revamp in our household once our next child is born. I am really looking forward to it.

It was the end of the year as I knew it (and I felt fine)

2006 is over. I couldn't make it to midnight, but I did make it to 11:36 p.m. I left my husband to watch the ball drop in Times Square by himself. I am sure he forgave me for it; even though he sounded hurt that he had to watch it by himself the next morning. Oh well. I am glad 2006 is over.

The end of 2006 was happy for me. Last week we received a backpayment of my husband's unemployment benefits, which was nice. What was even better was my win of over $1500 at Mystic Lake Casino last Friday. Isn't that something to smile about? The only bad part is that I have to pay taxes on it because it was a single win of over $1500. Listen to me. I guess there always has to be a bad part to something.

Since the New Year is a time of reflection, I think I will write of some memorable New Year's Eve celebrations of years past...

New Year's 1987
I spent the night talking to some guy named Zave on the phone and drinking Asti. I drank so much that I crawled under my parents' pool table and passed out. The next morning I woke up with the phone still in hand; lying in a pool of my own vomit. I wasn't even of legal drinking age.

New Year's 1995
I got into a huge fight with my ex, Drew, that night. I left the party we were at and went for a walk. I spent the last few minutes of 1995 wondering what the hell I was doing with my life. I remember looking up at the stars and wishing that I had a life other than what I currently had. It was very momentus.

New Year's 1998
I spent this one at Gator's in MOA. I had my first fight my ex-husband, Wayne. It was funny. He was trying to be an ass to me and I kept laughing in his face. I was also three sheets to the wind at that point during the night, but I still remember how funny it was to me. I should have known then how much of an ass he really was. If I did, I probably wouldn't have married him.

New Year's 2003
This was the last time I spent New Year's with Wayne. He, my cousin, and her husband went to Treasure Island Casino. They all were losing and wanted to go home. When we left, I remember Wayne didn't talk to me at all on the way home. It was very depressing. I kept wondering why I was even with him. It was very momentus as well.

New Year's 2004
This one was a lot of fun! I spent it with my girl, Trudy, and my boyfriend (now husband) Mike. We had went to a party and got nice and drunk. Mike and I also had a bit of a falling out that evening, but the night ended with some good make up sex. Ahh...memories.

Happy New Year! :)