Mid-Twenties

Today is my 25th birthday. I feel old. But, Chris lovingly cooked me a wonderful breakfast, got me a gift certificate for a massage (yay!), and even wrapped my gift in Happy Birthday wrapping paper (as opposed to Christmas paper, which is unacceptable). Having a birthday during the holiday season is rough sometimes. Anyways, we're going out to a nice dinner tonight, and then going to have a drink at a local brewery with some of our friends. Wahoo!

I mentioned in my last post that the weather out in Lon-Gisland was intense, and I have some pictures to post to prove it. These were taken by Chris's sister Laura (La!), who resides over at http://www.classylas.blogspot.com/. You have to get invited to read her blog, and that is a club I happen to be lucky enough to belong to. So yeah, here are the pics, which she gave me permission to use:



I know it's a little hard to tell, but there were 6 and 7-foot waves! On the Sound!

Crazy, yes? It was in the mid-twenties all weekend, but with the wind chill it was around 14 degrees. Brrrrr! Ok, here are a couple older pics from when we visited Lon-Gisland, so you can compare the Sound. This is what the same body of water (and I) usually looks like:



Hard to believe, I know. Chris and I went out exploring in the wind, but we lasted all of five minutes. It was SO COLD. We bundled up, and I resembled an Eskimo, and Chris resembled a Babushka.

We have bags full of presents that we have yet to unpack, and I think I will do that today. We got some very cool things, including a Star Wars poster with all the characters from the movies in a band rocking out onstage, a guitar-shaped spatula, some sweet books, the Planet Earth DVD series, etc. And I have two other Christmas/Birthday celebrations to go to this weekend with my family! Crazy!

My mom and sister called me this morning, but no one else has. They are soon to be in trouble...

Quarter-Life Crisis

In 9 days, I turn 25. That's TWO-FIVE. That's "MID" twenties instead of "early" twenties. That's halfway to the big FIVE-OH. That's one year away from how old my mom was when she had me. That's six years past the age Bob Dylan was when he released his first album. That's the age pop-stars in the '60's were considered "washed up." It's almost been TEN (10!) years since I got my learner's permit. That means I can say I did something of note "a decade" ago. I'm going to be older than 3 times my shoe size. I'm older than "Twenty-four and there's so much more." I'm already getting grey hairs (and yanking their little asses out). My memory is starting to go. It's ALLLLLL DOOOOWNHIIIIIIIILL FROOOOM HEEEEEERE! ARGH!

This is me on or near my 20th...

You should probably send presents to make it all better...


































PS- Check out my friend Doctor Derby here: http://doctorderby.blogspot.com/. She has dedicated herself to finding a cure for the dreaded Quarter Life Crisis.