Birthday week begins...
I seem to have this strange mental block when it comes to my birthday. I was shocked when my father gave me a birthday gift last night, and I was even more shocked to realize that I will be turning 26 this week. I'd been pushing it to the back of my mind for so long that now that I find myself surrounded by people making preparations for me, all I can do is stand back and watch. I'm not even finding myself helpful with these preparations at all. My poor boyfriend has not been able to get a straight answer from me since Valentine's Day, and all I can do is worry about how to tie a necktie. Thankfully, babysister was more than prepared to blow out my birthday candles for me last night while I just looked on in shock. Is it really almost March?
On the other hand, this weekend did indeed help with my cranky mood last week. I've sorta just decided that I'm going to only worry about things in my control and not the actions of others. When I have time to stop and look around, then that's the time I should stop and look around....not when I am speeding by at 100 mph because I am busy heading somewhere else. Money is only money and age is just a number right? Looks like I'm going to have to be kinda hard to find until the summer, so thank you to those of you who are willing to come find me after I am done with my sorting and are willing to help me up from my inevitable fall (don't worry, I can get the grass stains out myself *wink*). The good news is that I am still making social plans (possible trip to NoHo?) so I encourage you to keep track and try to bum a ride if you can. Who said Mr. Toad is the only guy who gets to have a wild ride?
On the other hand, this weekend did indeed help with my cranky mood last week. I've sorta just decided that I'm going to only worry about things in my control and not the actions of others. When I have time to stop and look around, then that's the time I should stop and look around....not when I am speeding by at 100 mph because I am busy heading somewhere else. Money is only money and age is just a number right? Looks like I'm going to have to be kinda hard to find until the summer, so thank you to those of you who are willing to come find me after I am done with my sorting and are willing to help me up from my inevitable fall (don't worry, I can get the grass stains out myself *wink*). The good news is that I am still making social plans (possible trip to NoHo?) so I encourage you to keep track and try to bum a ride if you can. Who said Mr. Toad is the only guy who gets to have a wild ride?