Well, hello readers! I know it has been a long time since I’ve posted anything – four whole days! – which is not acceptable, and I do apologize. Things have been very busy at work and as some of you may know, I’m too cheap to pay for internet service at home. Basically I feel like I’m on the computer/internet 9-10 hours a day at work; so, why should I be on the internet when I get home too? Therefore when things are insane at work, the blog is the last thing I have time for. So, please forgive me for not posting much this week. Maybe next week will be better.

My second dilemma is that my life is so boring that I really don’t have much to write about. With the exception of all the drama that my brother brings to the family, there’s not much else going on. I could tell you about the craziness at my parents’ house. While in the process of having the tile in their kitchen replaced, black mold was discovered. Now, the kitchen has been quarantined and they are staying at a hotel. But, as for me, there’s not much going on, except that I’m getting old.

Do you remember the first time you looked in the mirror and really noticed that you had aged? I don’t remember the exact moment, but over the last year or so, I can really tell that I’m not the hot young thing I used to be, which is unfortunate considering most men like hot young things and I’m still searching for a husband! I really notice it in my face because I have a few “crow’s feet” around my eyes and my complexion isn’t as milky and fabulous as it was 10 years ago. I can also really tell a difference in my hands. They are drier than they used to be and have a lot more scars than they once did.

But, you know what the great thing about getting older is? Wisdom. Isn’t it great that we can (if we choose) learn from the mistakes we have made in our past and grow from them? I have messed up a lot in my past and am thankful those days are behind me. It’s nice to have a stable job and a house and all the other things that come with getting older. I really appreciate all the things I have now more than I ever had. A lot of people say they wish they could do it all over again, but let me tell you, I do not! I had some really great times and I wouldn’t trade them in for anything, but I also wouldn’t want to start all over.

When you are a teenager, you are still under the roof of your parents and there’s not really much you can screw up. The 20s are a time for learning about yourself and making as many mistakes as possible, but still land on your feet. I’m 31 now and so far, the 30s are treating me pretty well. I think the rest of the 30s are going to be pretty darn great.