I'll be officially 25 years old at 10:13am CST tomorrow. A quarter of a century old. AHHHH!!
Some things I'm thinking about right now.
Birthday : OMG, I'm 25. I'm mid-20's. Holy Pooh! I remember crying over being 20 because I was 20-something, this is sooo much worse. It doesn't help that my students look stunned that I am that I'm in my 20's. Well, I can't really blame a bunch of kindergartners for not being freaked out, they're only 5.
Halloween : Super excited for Halloween to happen. Big party going down next Saturday. It will be great, very spooky and hopefully, fun. Now I just need to get the invitations printed. I'm using this as the front.
Christmas : The family's going to be here. I can't wait. So much to do.
Holy Cow, I'm 25.
Knitting : This week I am going to dye some roving with Kool-Aid. Prepare yourself, it will be amazing. (I hope.) Also, I am running a KAL right now, and the color my recipient picked out is totally fabulous. (Yes, I know its October and I am really behind on Christmas presents, keep walking.) I completely forgot about Socktober Fest and didn't make any socks this month, and I have no time to make any before the month is up. Oh well, next year.
Let's put 25 in perspective. When my mom turned 25 she was pregnant with me, about to finish her Master's and totally super accomplished. Not that I'm terribly far behind. I'm working on my Master's, I'm a Presidential Award winner for Service Learning and will be presenting at a conference in May. Still not as awesome as Mama, and while everyone I know seems to be on the baby-making bandwagon, (please don't misunderstand, I am SO happy for everyone I know that is pregnant or just given birth), I really don't think I could handle anything more than what I already do, especially a kid. But I still feel not as grown up as I think my mom did. Will have to have a chat about this with her.
PS. Take that Mayo Clinic doctor!