I turned 29 years old yesterday. The number only sounds big and old because I just don’t feel that old. It is a number, when applied to my parents’ generation, that conjures up images of a few kids and a life of responsibility. Not so when I think about my life. I’ve had it pretty easy, which is nice when you consider how easy-going I am. No house payments. No kids and no prospect of kids for years. But luckily, no hurry to get in that position either. I’m content and happy with how things are progressing.

So anyway, enough waxing philosophically. How did the birthday weekend go? I’ll work backwards.

Yesterday was a nice low key kind of day. Matt and Jenny came out to the house, the kids were already there, to hang out. We watched the Vikings get pounded by the Bengals (the Bengals!) and had a delicious lunch prepared by my mom. Pork tenderloin, potatoes au gratin, spinach salad, and baked beans. Yum yum. Matt and I played a game of chess during the football game as well. He played very well and had me a little worried at a few points, but I was able to pull out the win after chasing his king to the middle of the board and exposing him to all sorts of attacks. A couple times during the day I even got a couple of calls from friends in distant states wishing me Happy Birthday, which was very nice and unexpected.

Next it was cake and ice cream time.

And after that picture it was time for me to blow the candles out. As far as I know, I have never blown all of the candles out on my birthday cake since my first birthday. Except for last year when my girlfriend felt sorry for me and put two candles on instead of 28, one in the shape of a ‘2′ and one in the shape of an ‘8′. I managed to get both of those out. Well, this year my mom put 8 candles on the cake. I don’t know why, but that’s how many there were. So I huffed, and I puffed, and I blew the candles out…

…most of them. My whole family was making fun of me for standing up and getting in position to try and do it, but I couldn’t even get 8 out, what’s wrong with me? I left 3 going, which of course means I have 3 girlfriends. Yikes, zero girlfriends has been interesting enough lately. The cake was tasty and I can’t wait to have more tonight.

So that was Sunday. I think I’ll be a little flaky and write up Saturday, the actual BBBBB, in another post.