It’s been awhile and a lot has happened. Where do I start?
Thanksgiving with the family and extended family went down in the great town of Portland. Many good times happened and I was glad to be there. Nothing like gettin the family (minus some that were far away) together and telling stories of the years past. Ahhhhh, good times.
The first snow has fallen in the valley and I am telling you all this: IT WAS DUE TO ME! My dancing to the “Snow Gods” paid off. They heard me and blessed me these last few days with at least four inches in the town of Ashland. Go back and read that . . . that’s right, IN the town! Not the mountain but in town! YES! Break out the fleece jackets and scarves and get ready for winter bitches!
I guess one of the other things that happened was this blogger turned a monumental 28 (sigh) years old. Yes, I am now past the age of when men get a discount on car insurance. Oh wait, that was three years ago! My point? Not that much happens and changes when you turn 28. Not that I didn’t have fun with my friends, that is coming up. But, it’s just another year older and maybe another year wiser.
My friends and I went out for my birthday on Friday night. I was stoked for this due to the mere fact of having a birthday that falls on a holiday. Don’t get me wrong, I love it that people give “thanks” for me but it just sucks when all your friends leave to be with their families. So I was blown away that we all went out and painted the town red, two coats!
We made our mark at Howiee’s and even got away with playing “Derby Day’s” in the bar. I think that has to be one of the best drinking games ever. I made some drunk dials to someone special and even had a heart to heart with one of my best friends. I think that was the best thing about the night.
Now for the downer. I may have heard from my dad a month early and my mom wished me a happy birthday on Thanksgiving but I didn’t hear from them or my sister on my day. I love them dearly and nothing has changed because of this but it would have been nice to hear from them on that day. The saving grace was hearing from my grandpa. He and I discussed my long hair, me shaving for Thanksgiving, how I help him understand younger culture and how he helps me identify with those older than me. Thanks papa.
Amendment: I received an email from my sister tonight and she informed me that she told my mom to tell me. She does have a busy life and I understand and I do have to say in her defense and I stand by this too: It’s the thought that counts. Love you Randi.