Baby, baby

It's really weird when your lifelong friends start having kids.

Rachel, my friend whom I've known since I was 2, will bring a little boy into this world in a month or so. It's just so hard to fathom her having a kid when it seems like we were just kids ourselves.

"Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you might miss it." Thank you for that, Ferris Bueller.

Rachel's baby shower was Sunday, and it was so great to see some of my old friends again. I really miss spending time with them, and I'm really thankful that it's so easy for us to pick up where we left off. Just like true friends can do. I also got a chance to catch up with my two Sunday School teachers from high school. These women are incredibly wise and taught me probably more than they will ever know during those crucial years in a young woman's life. They are still just as beautiful and Godly as ever.

Rachel's going to make an amazing mother, and I hope her baby boy grows up to develop lasting friendships like the one we have. They really make the ups and downs of life a lot more bearable and enjoyable.

Summer days have come and gone...

I'm not ready for the cold weather.

I know: I'm in Texas, so I don't really know what "cold" is. I realize I've never suffered through the bitter winters of the Northeast, but that's beside the point. The fact of the matter is that this weather is cold to me. I'm used to temperatures being in the 80s and 90s, which is what I prefer. I even love the triple digits.

It gets to the point where I fear going outside unless I'm going running. For some reason, no matter what the temp is, I always run in shorts with no problem. But if you try to get me to go out in the frigid degrees at any other moment in time, try getting some new friends. In Texas, it's rare that we get snow, so it isn't like we'd be sledding or doing anything fun. And I definitely don't consider experiencing hypothermia and frostbite an enjoyable pastime. Summer would never do that to me.

I need to buy some more winter clothes, because I don't feel I was adequately prepared or kept warm last year. I hate having to put another dent in my wallet, but I suppose there is a price to pay to survive. The summer would never do this to me.

I already miss the days of wearing tank tops and lounging around at the pool. I won't be going near any water for the next few months. It's hard enough having to take a shower. Summer would never do this to me.

Another downfall of the drop in temperatures is the rise in my electric bill. I have such a cheap bill in the summer because I don't ever turn on the air conditioning. But, in the bitter colder months, I have to resort to the heater. I'm hoping to be able to wait until at least December, but you never know. I just hate seeing that price climb to figures of epic that make my head hurt. Summer would definitely never do that to me.

I love the summer. I miss the summer. I mean, is global warming really such a bad thing? (Just kidding...sort of.)

Some Frigid Truths

It's been awhile, my dear audience of about two or so.

Things have been pretty busy in my world lately, but I haven't been feeling bogged down or anything. It's actually best that I have things to do, because the summer started to get kind of boring there towards the end. Although, I must admit, I do miss those days of heat and freedom.

Speaking of which, I don't like this weather change. I hate cold weather, and I don't like the fact that it's starting to hit this part of the Great State full throttle. Sure, some might not really think the low 60s fall into the "cold" category, but those people probably didn't grow up basking in the temperatures of triple digits. Oh, pool time. Sigh.

I turn 25 on Friday, and I'm not too sure how I feel about that. I mean, that's 25 years of life. Have I really been here that long? And what all have I done in this span of time? Birthdays become so much less significant when you get older. When you're a kid, you can't wait for them to happen. As an adult, I hesitate to use the word "dread," but that might be an adequate description of how many people feel as they approach the next increment in age.

I'm excited about hanging out with my sister tonight. I sure love that gal! I'm so proud of her and can't wait to see what she does in life. She turns 23 next Monday, so we are going to celebrate together on Saturday. Now I just have to decide what to get her...

On another note, it's Western Day here at work, so I'm sporting some purple cowboy boots. Rock on.