Say farewell to my 34th year, a.k.a The Year of Debauchery and welcome and name my 35th year something that'll get me in less trouble.

I happily said farewell to 34 with friends, beer and a kooky cake made out of rice krispy treats! Phun!

When I turned 34, I declared it my Year of Debauchery. Coming off my disengagement and getting ready to drive across the country with a 23 year old punk rock boy, it seemed fitting. But dang if it didn’t get me into a little bit of trouble! D’oh! So this year, being the age where I could accidentaly be elected president, I decidded to clean it up a bit, make mom proud, you know, grow up. So this year IS… ready?...

The Year of Conscious Choices.

Dr. Phil would be so proud. Cheers! 5 years ago