I think the time has come

As I realized that 30 is approaching a little bit quicker than I anticipated... it is time to become a big kid. Time to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. It is high time that I go back to school and finally get a degree. The big question that is weighing on my mind is.... what in the heck do I want to do? I have no clue what I want to do with my life. Event planning is a possibility, the only issue there is that I have no idea how to get started. I don't even know where to begin. I would like to think that getting a job in the field would be ideal, but finding jobs are far and few between right now. (At least in Michigan.) Don't get me wrong, I like my job enough... for a job. I am getting older though, and bartending isn't exactly something that works well when you become old and moldy. People don't want their beer served by an old lady, they want hot, young, perky girls. I am already on the old end of the spectrum where I work. I am surrounded by 22 year olds. Tangent aside, it scares the crap out of me. I need to take this next step though. The idea of stepping back into a classroom and going that whole college route really makes me want to squirm. I didn't really like it in the first place, I doubt that will change. Well, I guess that I will just have to suck it up and deal. Another problem... what do I go to school for? I mean I am committed to event planning? Like committed enough to go pay for a degree?? I have no idea. Seriously, I am indecisive as it is... let alone about something that will impact the rest of my life. Oy. What kind of degree does a planner get? Comm? HR? Management? To be honest all of those degrees sound SUPER boring. I bet that I will want to stab myself in the face multiple times during those classes. My first worry should be getting pre-reqs out of the way though. I am hoping that I can do the rest of the pre-reqs I need at the community college and then transfer to Michigan State. But, if I am going to do this I want to be sure. I don't want to repeat my past and take a bunch of classes for something to realize that I want to do something completely different. That is part of the reason that I haven't gone back yet. I don't feel the need to go to school and waste money on classes when I am not even sure what I want to be. Any advice?

Creeping up on me

Arabel is officially walking now. I say officially because she has been cruising since about 7 months and I am pretty sure she has just been perfecting her skills until they were up to her standards. Today she stood up in the middle of the room and proceeded to walk to one side, turn around and walk to the other. She is quick too!! I know that she has been completely capable yet unwilling to walk for months now. She has been stubborn since she was in utero. Little booger.

Another Arabel milestone... I washed and sanitized all the bottles and they now have a new home, in the closet. *tear* I have struggled with her growing up and this was something that I was struggling with. I figured that I couldn't have the crutch of the bottle laying on the counter when she was whining. It is all cup all the time now. Though, it did break my heart a little when she saw that her bottle was gone. I just saw the disappointment in her face. Ugh, nothing like a guilt trip from a 13 month old.

I did want to mention that I am craving and iced coffee and a snickers blizzard (freeze, flurry, whatever you call it) like it is going out of style. I just saw a Sonic commercial (which I also think is cruel considering the closest one is 40 minutes away) and I had to wipe the drool from my chin. Does that officially make me a fat kid? Either way, I think that I am OK with it. (I won't mention that our late night snack last night was mini corndogs and fried green beans/zucchini.)

Rob is done with school for the semester. Which now means that he has one whole week off before the first summer session starts and he hates his school life. Which brings me to the fact that he is a total drama queen. He threw a tantrum about his professor taking off a point on a project. A POINT! Guess what? He still has like a 98% in the class. Pretty sure a 4.0 is a 4.0 is a 4.0. Get over it. :) Though, I am super proud of him. I can't wait to watch him walk across that stage in December. *Note to self: get a baby sitter for that day... the last thing I want to deal with is 2 kids during commencement at a Big Ten University. *shudder*

The big 2-8 is quickly approaching for me. T- minus 2 days until I am in the late 20's club. I have noticed that when someone asks me my age, I reply, "almost 30." Wow. I can't complain though. I was noticing how I am down playing it this year. I love my birthday. This year, I kind of feel like it is lost. It falls on Mother's Day this year, which is nothing new to me. I was born on Mother's Day and it continues to happen every 6 years. My mom is the sweetest person ever though, she called to see what special dessert I wanted. I told her cupcakes. Delicious cupcakes. I guess I feel like it isn't a big deal because I don't have tons of people calling to see when and where we are going to get wasted. I will frankly be lucky to enjoy any type cocktails with friends. Here's to hoping though.

I realized that I couldn't write a post like this and not include an Emma gem. I told her my birthday was coming up and she said, yeh, I know. (Smart ass kid. Wonder where that came from?) She told me that I must be turning 17. When I told her I was turning 28 her mouth dropped open. I asked her if she thought that was old she said, "Well, yeah. But, I can only count to 30." I love that kid. She is my little buddy. She loves to cuddle with me all the time. She even told me that she thinks growing up with be fun (which is a very good thing, she has been very against the entire idea for a while.) When I asked her why, she explained that she gets to grow up with me. Talk about a melt your heart moment. Then, I am sure she ran around in circles and refused to quit talking/making noise for the next three hours.