26

Tomorrow I turn 26.


I'm not particularly excited about it. We're going to have a good time and all, but I haven't gotten super torqued up about a birthday since I was twelve or so. 25 was a good year. Some good stuff happened in 2010.  2011 seems like it might turn out okay, but we'll see. 




So there are going to be a few new things for me in 2011. For starters, I'm starting this here blog.  Why? Because I'm also going to try to read 52 books in 52 weeks.  Being a history grad student, husband, and dog owner, I hope I'll be able to dedicate as much time as I think I will. We shall see.


In other news, we started making our dog's food earlier this week. Seems like a good idea. I got the bright idea to go and shoot some rabbits to make up the protein requirement for the next batch.  Rabbits around here are smarter than they are where I grew up, so that was a bust. I'll try again on a full moon night. 




So what does it mean to be 26?
Not much, really.   It didn't mean a whole hell of a lot to be 25.  Ask me again when I'm 27