Not so much.

My birthday is one week from today. I'm normally really excited about birthdays but not so much this year. Don't get me wrong, I have a lot to look forward to and things are good...generally speaking...it's just the thought of turning 28 and not being anywhere near where I thought I'd be. I mean, I always assumed that sometime between 28 and 30 I'd be starting to think about having kids and starting a family. I know it's nothing to panic over and things will unfold for me exactly as they should...but still. Sometimes it's hard to find comfort in that which you have no control over.

In fact, if I'm being completely honest...sometimes I look at people with passionless marriages and unruly kids (people I know very well) and I think to myself, "thank God that's not me." I stopped at the mall the other day and as I got out of my car I locked eyes with a woman about my age (give or take a year). She was unloading a stroller from the trunk of her SUV and I could hear her kids screaming from the backseat...she looked at me like she was envious of me...like she couldn't remember the last time she was able to just get out of her car and go inside without the routine of loading and unloading a car full of kids and crap. I was relieved that I didn't have those "things" to worry about...and I felt bad for her.

On the other hand, I want what I think everyone ultimately wants...the handsome husband, a couple of crumb snatchers and a golden retriever. (It actually makes me laugh to admit that). Why is it funny? Am I that pessimistic? Or is it now that much of a stretch, the idea is almost comical? I'll have to think about that one for a while...

I'm starting to depress myself. Moving on.

I went home this past weekend for my friend's wedding. I know I was a little worried about going "home" and what it would be like. Besides the insane humidity (which apparently, I had completely forgotten about) I had a really good time...my hair, though...not so much. I managed to make it all around town in my sister-in-law's very expensive Mercedes without wrecking it AND I got to see a lot of my old friends. Oh, and how could I forget my run-in with the late great Michael Jackson (see picture below).

Anyways, today was picture day at work. Ugh. So you mean to tell me that I have to get up an hour earlier than the already-obscene time I normally get up to blow dry my hair and put on makeup? Oh, instead of 4:00 I'll just get up at 3:00...no problem...that'll be fun. Nevermind the fact that I was at the Jamie Foxx show until 11:00 (not by choice) last night. Am I having a great day so far? Not so much...