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.