24 years

Last Friday I turned 24. Woohoo? I do think that 24 will be the best year of my life, and honestly I hope to keep building. Not because I have had bad years, but because I'm excited for all of the new adventures life brings. In my high school years the longer precusor to "yolo" was, "these are the best times of our lives." It was an excuse to get matching tattoos at 18, or throw parties. Even at the time I thought it was sad. And perhaps that's because I am not terribly nostalgic as a person, but I also think it's because I realized high school wouldn't be my happiness pinnacle, and I hope it isn't anyone else's either.

This birthday, my parents took Tor and I out for cajun! We went to moejoe's in Plainfield and it was amazing. My bloody mary had a shrimp on it, folks... this is big time. We had fried alligator and I also tried frog legs for the first time. They were awesome. Friday, we went to the Whitesox game. Torey caught a foul ball on the second pitch, but that was the happiness pinnacle of that game for me. Whitesox lost in 10 innings and the game was under three hours- rough stuff.

Saturday, we went trap shooting, and I had a blast. The degree of difficulty is low, with bright orange clay pigeons and a .20 gauge, but it strangely satisfying. My dad and maternal grandfather both enjoy shooting so it was a fun way to connect with my dad and husband and feel connected to my grandfather.