2 dozen years old

I turned 24 on Sunday. While I fully expected to be depressed and worried that my life is nowhere near where I wanted it to be, things were almost entirely opposite of that. Maybe I was just distracted and didn't have time to think about it or perhaps I just convinced myself that I was taking crazy pills. Whatever the case, two days into my 24th year, I feel pretty content.

So yes, my birthday - in less than complete sentences:

• Friday - dinner at Moon Time, fishing on Fernan, smelly stink bait, fish being stubborn and s'mores over the fire.
• Saturday - Silver Mountain Water Park! Lazy River, killer water slides, drinking in the hot tub, attempting to surf, exposed cracks and $1.00 sodas at McDonald's. Dinner at Bardenay Coeur d'Alene, lousy service but good food, team ROCKIN' vs. team undecided, Burn After Reading - Brad Pitt being fantastic, wishing he was a trainer at my gym.
  
• Sunday - breakfast with the clan at Rustler's Roost, Hunter sharing his toys with the restaurant, the largest cinnamon roll known to man. Taking Jersey to the lake, enjoying the beautiful weather while it lasts, reading in the sunshine. Dinner from Tomato Street, opening presents time!! Beautiful orchids, bright pink colored wrapping paper, and a Wii! Added bonus: Wii Fit. In Heaven. Totally spoiled. Staying up way too late playing Wii.
• Monday - family birthday bbq, tolerating obnoxious family members, yummy burgers, mom being crazy, taking toe pictures, singing happy birthday, fudge cake and apple pie, lots of hugs. Returning home for Fantasy Football - Kelsey beating me by the hair on her chinny chin chin.

Back to normal life. Boo.