Excuses, Excuses

Hi guys. I bet you're sad that I haven't written lately. So am I. It's not that I have nothing to say; it's just I never find the time to say it. I started writing this post 7 days ago. Here are some pictures.

And this is me sleeping.

As you can see, I've been too busy for writing or studying Korean or studying photography. Maybe I'll start using my time more wisely and improve the situation. If I find time for that.

Today is my birthday. I'm 25 now. It seems like just another normal day. Joe's at work, and later I'll have to go to the Commissary for toilet paper and mayo. Tonight, we're going to have a special dinner - just appetizers - and then cake.

Tomorrow will start the one-year countdown 'til I'm the same age my mom was when she gave birth to me. I expected to be all philosophical and brooding today, thinking about how I still have no babies and no interest in a career or an education and how that kinda makes my life "on pause" compared to a lot of other girls my age. I get all mopey about that stuff once in a while.

Not today, though. There's too much to be happy about. Cake, Joe, the love of my family and friends, the decorations still hanging up from my birthday party. The sun's even trying to come out. 9,132 mornings have been given to me, and I'm thankful.