Another new year means another year older

Photo by/ jessica.diamonds

I snapped my clavicle in half and ended up having surgery that resulted in a plate and six screws in my body. Really was a great way to spend a birthday. So far that has probably been the most ridiculous and painful thing I've ever done (on my birthday or in my life). Other times haven't been as traumatic or bad.

I've ended up taking people to emergency rooms, breaking up fights, ended up doped up on medicine for bronchitis, stuck in a car for hours and too many other things to count. My life is never dull.

This year might be a new experience (at least I'm hoping it is), I'm pretty much on my own this year. Most people I know are back in West Virginia, I'm might actually get through this birthday unscathed (or at least I hope). I have work and that's pretty much my plans. I know I'll get through the day, but it's the weekend I'm more worried about.

I'm going back to W.Va. this weekend to see family and friends. This will be a great thing, but it might also cause the craziness that has revolved around my birthdays the last few years.

Here is to hoping that I don't get into any of my usual crazy antics (or get dragged into them) and make it back to Indiana in one piece. Hopefully...