I’m getting old. Yes, I had an epiphany.
After looking in the mirror one day and noticing a couple of gray hairs(!!!), I’ve come to the realization, at the ripe age of 26, that I’m getting old. Meaning that, while it’s not in the most ideal of situations, this was a perfect age for me to start a family. Meaning that these aches and pains are pregnancy induced now, but will be age-related very soon. Meaning that I should start looking into life insurance sites, like Wholesaleinsurance.net. OMG, IT’S IMPENDING DOOM! Yes, I’m scared of getting old, but well…I wouldn’t want to see everyone else getting old around me and revel in youth. So I suppose it’s win-win.
No party zone.
I’m not one for parties really. I don’t mind small get-togethers with friends and family, but I don’t like those huge ongoing things. When my daughter has birthdays, maybe the first 5 years will be going all out and the like. But every year thereafter, there won’t even be party invitations given out. Either we’ll go out for dinner or something, but after 5 years, I don’t think I want to clean up any residual mess at my house.
Besides, I grew up with small parties. And I appreciated that much of it. I’m sure she’d be happy either way.
Impromptu Shorty: Eerie
“Hello? Is anyone in here?”
I shouted into the large steel building without hearing anything back. The door was half-open, but I decided to take a closer look. I went inside. My footsteps echoed as I walked around. “What is this place?” I thought, but since it was clearly abandoned, I may never know.
Suddenly, I felt a cold breeze. It was like no wind I’ve felt before. This felt…eerie. Too eerie. I felt the wind against my neck and got goosebumps almost immediately after. Something’s not right; I had to get out of here and fast. I ran to the door only to find that it was shut. As I tried to open the door and make my escape, the wind stopped blowing. But yet I was still alone in this place.
What the hell did I get myself into?
I’m out of topic ideas. So sue me.
Other than my 2-week stint in the psych ward, I can safely say that I have never been admitted into a hospital. Although, I am going to break that 26-year record because I’m going to be giving birth soon. Don’t get me wrong, I know what stuff they use in there, like a Howard poc cart and stuff like that, but I’ve never had to be up close and personal to some of that stuff.
There’s a first for everything, I suppose.
