Yeah, it's something I took from my mother. Once you pass 29 years of age, for a few years, you start calling them anniversaries. 30 was not 30, it was the one year anniversary of my 29th birthday. I think I'm coming to an end with the rouse, however. I'm floundering today, moment by moment, as to whether I'm really, truly okay with 33. The day's only half over, so I'm still not sure what the end result will be … [Read more...] about Happy 4th Anniversary of My 29th Birthday To Me!