The title of this blog is a bit dramatic, but desperate times sometimes call for desperate measures. Ha. So at the end of this month I turn the big 25 (pull out the granny panties). I know. I can't believe it either. I remember being like 12 and having my life planned out. I think back then I planned on having about 3 kids and living in a mansion by the time I was 25. Well that's what I ended up with when playing MASH. (If you don't know what MASH is then you missed a lot in middle school). MASH may have been a bit wrong, since I don't have 3 babies (thank God) or live a mansion (wouldn't be too bad) and I didn't marry Zack Morris or Mike Seaver..... I may have gotten a little off track. For some reason 25 seems a bit scarier than the other years. I personally liked 17 and 21. I wouldn't mind going back to those years...In all seriousness I am a bit apprehensive about gaining another year. Hopefully I will not be slipping into a quarter life crisis. 25 is a solid number. It is a real adult age. I can't pull of the "oh I just graduated from college....3 years ago.. Truthfully I just don't feel 25 yet. I mean I still like to do do kid stuff and drink Capri Suns. I'd rather play baseball or basketball or XBOX than go shopping or get my nails done. I don't think adult hood is ready for me yet. I may have to keep prolonging it. I'm probably not even mature enough to be 25.. Maybe I am wrong though. Maybe 25 is going to be my kick butt year. You never know. 24 was the year of bridesmaidenship. Maybe 25 will be the year of _________. I will have to discover something cool to be the theme of year 25. OK. I am going to bed. Clearly I am delirious.
(my parents 25 years ago-right before this bundle of joy came..)
(Its me!..hahah strapped to the boat...real safe...)
(Another bday..far from 25....)
(Just your average super cool 12 yr old bday...)
(Then I had to go and turn 21...the oldness begins)
(23...and getting older....)
Just had to give you a little visual timeline......
Sometimes I can be dramatic. Sorry. Its who I am. Okay, I have to go watch Antoine Dodson for the 3,456 time. Run and tell that...