I'll take three dozen

As of forty minutes ago (12:40am) I am thirty-six years old.
I’m not really doing anything for my birthday itself. I had considered seeing Serenity but most of my local friends are busy tonight. We might try again next week, which isn’t that belated—hell, last year (or was it the year before), David and I jointly celebrated our birthdays (both 13s) more than a month after mine and two months after his. But we are gaming tomorrow night and there will be cake, so that’s cool.
I like to look back over each year and see what I’ve accomplished—not competing with anyone except maybe myself but I like to know I’ve spent my time in a worthwhile fashion. So, since I turned thirty-five I:

Bought and moved into my first house—the wife points out that I’ve also been doing manly things around the house, repairs and whatnot
Contracted and wrote my first two novels
Made arrangements for my next three novels
Spent quality time with my wife and with our daughter
Conceived a second child
Completed my first full year at my day job—my first full year at any full-time salaried job
Hung out with friends
Read
Gamed
Saw some movies, though not many
Traveled a little
Organized a bit and actually got rid of some things
Set up my LiveJournal

I’d say it’s been a good year. Now on to the next dozen!