Such a follower..... sort of

Ok so I am joining the flock...sort of. See, I started blogging on myspace a couple of years ago which a select few of my friends really seemed to enjoy reading my thoughtless, sometimes humerous, occassionally serious blogs. That has slacked off in recent days....err...months. Then my sister-in-law started her blog (which is as addictive as crack or dairy queen...whichever you choose. I opt for the peanut buster parfait thanks to the dommer which has inevitably led to the enlargement of MY ASS), my brother has his and now the dommer even has her own blog. So yup, you gussed it, I too have jumped on the blogging band wagon.

I signed up for my new blogger account this morning, set up my profile and have yet to think of anything witty or remotley entertaining to share with public. So I decided list a few things that I have come to realize in the last month.....the LAST year of my 20's. The last year of it being socially acceptable to act like an ididot (which I almost NEVER do...ha!) and start acting like a grown up. The last year I before i reach that pivotal point in life where I am more than offically labeled as an adult. Here are a few of the gems of life i have realized.....

1. Skip a couple of weeks at the gym and your ass grows.....like weeds... and so do your thighs and hips and tummy..... ok so i relly need to put down the peanut buster parfaits....
2. Time goes by a hell of a lot faster than it used to...which leads to...
3. there is never enough time to do everything you need to do, spend time with everyone you care about.... today is Tuesday, blink and it will be Friday and you still will have a load of laundry to do, erronds to run and chores to do.... where is my allowance for cleaning the house? Oh wait that's right..... I AM A GROWN UP. Damnit.
4. it is really difficult to find the healthy balance between spending time with your significant other and your single friends....for which they mostly drift away. You can try to call or e-mail them but you are no longer considered "one of the girls"
5. Meeting someone you fall hopelessly in love with is the most amazing feeling in the world and scary as hell all at the same time.
6. The more money you make, the more bills you have.
7. Gas prices suck and are not getting any better and is offically dipping into what little funds were previously set aside for fun things....like new shoes.
8. Hangovers suck ass.... and seem to last for like 2 days....not just until noon. And are no longer cured by eating McDonalds which will only add to the growing size of your ass.
9. You find yourself tuning away from the pop radio stations because some of it...you just don't get.... and actaully enjoy the adult contemporary stations, 90's music or god help us.... talk radio...
10. When changing jobs the benefits package plays just as much of a role as the salary itself.

Getting older is not fun. I know now that I need 8 hours of sleep at night, coffee and a shower to function in the morning, a memory foam contour pillow for my neck, heels are not meant for standing in for hours on end, the best place in the world is in the arms of the man I adore and while sometimes they drive me completely insane my family are the people who will stand beside until the day I die.

Let me just end with this, in the cubicle of a 29 year old professional you will find a pink polka dot coozie with a lime green "C" monogrammed on it, paisley picture frames (all adding up to the notion that I am not ready to grow up) and a pink, fuzzy, bedazzled tiara on top of my computer that came with the best advice in the world...that of a 7 year old girl.....

She came into my office a couple of years ago when i was completely frustrated, working on a ridiculous project and said "Ms. Christine, you look like you are mad. When I have a bad day i like to play dress up and wear my tiara because I am a princess just like my Daddy says I am. You can have this tiara and wear it when you have a bad day."

Surprisingly enough, it works! I have been known to wear it from time to time and I highly recommend every girl get one. Who doesn't feel better when you have a tiara on your head? That is one part of my inner child that i refuse to let go and I am proud to say that yes, I am a 29 year old woman with a peanut buster fat ass, a radio stuck on Sirius 9 The Pulse, the sense of humor of a 13 year old, a pink fuzzy tiara and i am DAMN proud of who I am. Screw 30! Next year is my 2nd Annual 29th Birthday Celebration!

Cheers!