Gee... I'm getting old.

I love hearing that... Not really, but I should be used to it by now. For the past few years now it has been brought up every time it gets close to my birthday. I feel like speaking my mind whenever someone makes the comment to me, but instead I grin and bear it.

For the record, I'm not getting old, I'm simply getting better. I love that saying and it seems so me.

I finally logged onto my MySpace and saw that I had a few messages. All happy birthdays. One from someone I didn't even know, one from an ex-boyfriend (I dated him when I was 13, so he's really just more of an old friend), and one from an old mall-rat friend of mine that sold Gary my engagement ring. I enjoyed reading the messages from Jacob and Bobby, wasn't like the "Wow, you're getting old!" that I got from my sister-in-law. They were sweet messages that reminded me that I do still have friends that care.

On a different note, I've enjoyed this nice weather that we've had today. I even let the boys wear shorts and sandles. Micheal cried though because he loves his heavy winter coat and he wanted to wear it...

Oh, and I have a perfect grade so far in both of my new classes. Of course, I have no doubt that my Critical Thinking class won't be that way much longer... This paper that I have due tomorrow is not my best work as of right now.

Well, I need to get off here and get back to work on that paper...