So. I’m officially twenty-one today. YAY! Do you guys know what this means?

I need to renew my drivers license in two months. YAY! OMG! So THIS is what it means to turn 21! I got my letter in from the Secretary of State today and while he congratulated me on my official adult status, he told me that I’ll need to bring in $10 and several forms of proof of identification. To prove I haven’t been fooling their system this whole time or something.

=D

In super nice fashion, I went to our local sinful bakery and picked up two sets of BROWNIES OF LUSH LAVISH LOVE AND HAPPINESS to bring in to work to feed the coworkers. There aren’t very many of us, but with this bakery, you need to make sure you budget for at least two brownies a person. They are so good. SO GOOD. This is one of God’s mini tastes of Heaven. If these brownies aren’t proof of a higher being, I really don’t know what else is.

I just finished one a few minutes ago. Scrumptious!

Also, we’re supposed to be having people over Saturday night and going to the pool during the day since Andy managed to get Saturday off. He didn’t even try! It’s just that with the “economic downturn” both he and I have been getting extra time off.

One day a week, I’ll come in at 1PM instead of 8AM, which means no more overtime. I’m strictly 40 hours a week now, until things start to pick up. At Andy’s work, if there aren’t enough jobs to go around, they’ll send someone home and just a few days ago they told the staff that there would be an extra day off for everyone until things get better business wise.

Crazy business, all this. But it works out in it’s own way. Because we get to go to the pool together on Saturday! Exciting.

This morning Jasbaz decided that she wanted to bring two of our laundry baskets with us when we were getting ready to go off to daycare and work. She grabbed one in each hand and dragged them after me, as I called to Kayla and we all herded towards the door.

Our typical migration is generally pretty quick, with me holding out a hand for Jasbaz so she can walk down the stairs, holding Kayla’s collar in the other hand, and somehow managing to pop the door open and shuffle everyone out without too much mass chaos. Adding two empty laundry baskets is just a bit too much.

I figured she’d let go of them in the kitchen and make her way without them, but she didn’t. She dragged them through the living room, dining room, kitchen, the breezeway, and stood at the top of our stairs looking down at me poised at our back door. Kayla and I looked back up at her, up on the landing, and I think that the both of us were wondering just how this exit was going to work.

At the lower landing of our breezeway, you can take another set of stairs down to the basement or you can open the door and exit the house. The breezeway is like a U turn of steps, you can start at the main level of the house, walk down the stairs and exit the house, or turn and walk down more steps to get to the basement.

It was the basement stairs that concerned me, what with Jasbaz being so determined to bring the baskets with us. I extended my hand and watched her push both baskets down the first set of stairs, then she gingerly took my hand and walked down. I popped open the door, held firmly to Kayla’s collar, and reached out to help Jasbaz walk around her baskets and out the door. Instead she decided that she was going to stack the baskets and then drag them outside, all while edging towards the basement stairs.

Freaking out I let go of Kayla’s collar, grabbed Jasbaz, kicked the baskets out of the way, shut the door, put Jasbaz down, and chased Kayla to our neighbors yard where she was busy sniffing something or another.

Then I put Kayla up and strong armed Jasbaz into her car seat. And I’m still sitting here wondering just why on earth Jasbaz wanted to bring our LAUNDRY baskets anywhere? She is so crazy.

Of course, one of our games in the house would be “Bobsledding” which is where we put Jasbaz in a laundry basket and drag it all over the house. So… maybe she just wanted to bring the joy to others in her daycare? I just know that I’m going to have to put them downstairs come tomorrow morning so she doesn’t try this again. Mornings are enough of a juggle without big ole baskets taking up space on our lower landing.

I saw a car crash this morning.

It was a quite unusual morning in several different ways. The most poignant of all would be that I didn’t take the car to work this morning and instead rode the bus. This was due to the fact that Andy has Tuesday’s off and wanted the car to run errands. And also because it let’s them sleep in a bit, rather than everyone getting up and ready to go early in the morning just to drive me to work.

Anyway, due to this and the fact that our bus schedule gave me about 45 minutes to kill, I strolled around downtown. I visited the library which was closed and dropped off one of my books, and started making my way leisurely to work.

During my stroll, I look up and see two cars SMACK together in the middle of an intersection, one of them slamming into the front of the other. Left hand turns aren’t suggested for the distracted. And clearly, that was the case. There was a very weird crunching noise upon impact, which is what brought it to my attention, not at all the loud BOOM and CRASH that you always hear on television and the big screen.

Both parties were okay and people seemed to swarm from everywhere to check on them. It was kind of alarming because the streets were so deserted beforehand. Still, I had to give a clap for humanity lending a helping hand.

I continued along my way seeing as how I really wasn’t in an position to help what with the horde of helpers already at the scene. Still, it was an odd way to start an odd morning.

I saw the new X Files movie this week and I only have one or two things to say about it: now I want to rent the first season on DVD so that I can see what the TV show is all about. The chemistry between Scully and Mulder was awesome. Which sounds weird, but I liked it. Also, I did cover my eyes but that is because I freak out when body parts are removed and placed elsewhere. But that’s all I’m going to say about that.

In other news, some of our friends have had a HUGE scandal drama of dramas that I’m still trying to wrap my head around. Just. Upsetting. Andy and I found out yesterday and it kind of blew our minds and left Andy reaffirming that he KNEW it would happen but he was still mad about it. I want to talk about it but I don’t know all the facts, and I hate to air dirty laundry that isn’t mine.

BUT IT MESSES WITH MY HEAD! FRIEND SO-AND-SO, WHY ARE YOU SO STUPID? And heartless. And uncaring. And you KNOW it was your own fault because you made the situation worse.

Overall, the entire situation boils down to the fact that I think some people grow up too fast. I know that I did. Maybe. Probably.

It seems like everyone is racing to be “older” when they are young and you finally reach a point when you realize that there is an end of the train tracks, a stop, a finish, and that rushing your way to be “Old” was a complete waste of time. Then you spend the rest of your life chasing back upriver towards your youth. Funnily enough, my friend has managed to do this at the age of 22. Backwards!

Eh. I’ve reached that point where I realize that this life is not forever and not something to be taken for granted. And it’s weird how it affects my every day life. A lot of it is because of the reading material I’ve been doing, questing for more answers, for understanding, for faith. But at the end of the chase, I guess the only thing to do is “let it be” and “never give up”. As hypocritical as both phrases are, it’s kind of my new motto. Quit obsessing over death and just enjoy life. Because you never know when it will be gone.