25 years

When I was little, like 8, I figured that by the time I turned 25 I would be married and have at least one baby, maybe even two. I knew I would be done with college and figured my husband and I would be living in a nice house with a cute yard. I said I was 8 when I thought this.

So here I am today, turning 25, not married with no kids! The start of my birthday has NOT been wonderful. My stupid cat decided that he needed to use my face as a launch pad or treadmill whichever way you would like to look at it. He scratched the hell out of my face, put a hole on my nose, and made my lip swell up like a freaking balloon. Because it is my birthday and I am a nice person...I will share with you the picture. Please be warned that it was taken at about 5:30 this morning, I was pissed, bleeding and very cranky that this was the start of my birthday. You must also swear to say that I look wonderful in this picture (just kidding you will all laugh your asses off)

Yeah so happy birthday to me...thank you Tiny. My lip is even bigger now and I am just hoping that it goes away before I have to go to lunch with my friends. I am going to go shopping today too. Dave got me a gift card to Old Navy...yay he's the best so that I could have a little shopping spree! He also got me some books that I have been wanting...some for me and then some that I really wanted for my classroom. So other than the cat needing exercise this morning...25 doesn't look so bad...even if it's not what I planned when I was 8.