The blessed three day weekend. Well, all of you who have been following along know that Friday was just supernaturally good. The weekend that followed had a lot to live up to and it scored about an eight and a half. (It missed the big 9 with just a little too much splash at the end.)

It rained. And it rained. And it rained. Now don't get me wrong...I love the rain. I think it makes you appreciate the sun a little more. But lordy, it was rainy. I refused to give up my flip flops and ended up with muddy, grainy feet. And I didn't mind. It felt good, actually. Dirty feet is a sign that you enjoyed yourself.

I watched my sister play in a softball tournament and lost my voice. I lose my voice after all of my sibling's events. Yeah, I'm that loud one who embarrasses them. But deep down, I'm sure they appreciate the support. Who doesn't?

The Blueberry festival had no blueberries, at least none that I saw. Although they did have a great mascot. He was Blueberry Hank...a little fat blueberry man with long arms and legs. I think he saved the Blueberry festival with that cheesy fake smile. There was also a tractor pull in the mud, which was a joy to watch. The bib-overall wearing men put their heart and soul into making their tractors loud, manly machines of power. (I'm almost sure I saw C taking notes.)

We watched two movies that were badly reviewed when they were first out, Hudson Hawk and I Spy. Hudson Hawk made me squawk with laughter when, in one scene, the lady in distress was tackled by a medium sized dog. I don't know why it was so funny. It just was. And I Spy was funny in its own cheesy way. Or maybe I was just in a good mood from all the mud-sloggin', tractor pullin', non-blueberry eatin' fun from the day.

I did end up going to my bestest friend's open house. It was a little awkward. I haven't seen her in months and I really have a lot to catch up on. But it's impossible to catch up with someone at an open house. There are people to attend to, food to be eaten, and gifts to be opened. So, I left feeling a little more lonely than I anticipated. That's how it goes sometimes, I guess. I won't cry. I won't. Okay, maybe just a little. But I'm over it. Not really. But I will be.

Well, only half a work week stands between me and my birthday. I'm getting older and loving it. It is my theory that people get better with age. Take me, for instance. I look back on how I was when I was 17 or 18. The choices I made, the thoughts I had. Oh my have I changed. I am much better now. I feel like I will look back at this stage of my life and think the same thing later: what was I thinking? So, with that in mind, I look forward to each year I gain. Years give you wisdom and patience and serenity. And that's something I really look forward to.