Its been a wonderful long weekends, but it is slowly coming to a close. Friday as I said, I went to the bar, which was probably the low point of the weekend considering how I felt. I simply wasn’t in a party mood at all. I should have just snuggled under a blanket at home and watched a movie. Confort food in one hand and blanket in the other.

Saturday was the complete opposite. The only thing I did during the day was run out to buy some food before my party. I stuffed my face with what seemed like endless amounts of fattening KFC. Then, while watching the most beautiful thunderstorm, I was picked up for my party by Adrea. I had the most amazing time. I got a little bit drunk…probably a lot more drunk than anybody could tell (you have to feed me tequila if you want to be able to “tell”). I couldn’t believe it! They had balloons and presents and cake! I was quite literally in shock! oh yes…and Ice cream from McDonalds. The night was just one big fun conversation intermingled with seriousness and spiced with alcohol. Pure joy! Bryan gave me a ride home and I just layed back and fell asleep, pleasantly content with life.

Sunday I headed over to my parents house. They were back from their Alaskan cruise and I simply couldn’t wait to see their pictures. They were absolutely incredible! I couldn’t believe that so much beauty could be contained in such a small portion of the world. I practically gasped as each new picture flashed up on the computer screen. Then my mother and I went grocery shopping. She had asked me what I wanted for my birthday and I said I wanted “groceries”….how things change from when you’re a kid! We had a blast! We went around the store with me asking “how do you make such and such that you always make?” and her grabbing things saying “you just need this and this and this.” So, I lugged all the groceries home along with a new Starbucks mug from Skagway Alaska and massive nursing textbooks my grandmother gave me. Surrounded by all these groceries I truly feel nested. I love the feeling of having “real food” in the house. I’m so used to having just ichiban and kraft macaronni and cheese. Wow…I must be maturing now that I’m in my mid-twenties.

And now today, on my last day of my weekend, I’ve done absolutely nothing but drink tea and do crossword puzzles. I’ve barely moved at all. I’m starting to get hungry, but thats no big deal…I made beef stroganof last night and had lots of left overs. Plus I can add bread and vegetables and a glass of soy milk. Gosh…I feel so grown up.

And now…back to work…my delights shall diminish