Yeah, that's right. It's my birthday again. Many happy returns to me, I suppose. I'm thirty-six today, and ready for another year of my life.

I have a few things to which I can look forward. Got a decent enough job. I have a loving, supportive family. And that family has made a new addition. I have a new little nephew whom I met and held for the first time! And of course, I have Woody, my adorable, loyal, loving pit bull.

But I also have a new mate in my life, and will be moving to WV to be with him in the next month. I'm hoping that this guy doesn't break my heart like the last ones did. I get the feeling that he won't, but you never know. I'm optimistic, though, since he's found a place for us and has gone above and beyond to find places at which I can get a new job when I move.

Here's to hoping that my year as a thirty-six-year-old proves more promising than my year as a thirty-five-year-old.