I miss writing my blog ....

I recently re-read a few of my blog posts from the beginning of 2007 - it's fun because I would have forgotten all those thoughts, all the details, had I not written them down. I even found some of the things I wrote kinda funny, haha, go figure, I find myself funny.

Nowadays, I barely have enough time to just post pictures, never mind writing random thoughts or theories and revelations that I have on life. But I will not be defeated by the limitation of 24 hours a day - I just need to be more efficient with the use of my time!

Last night I went to McCormick and Schmick's for dinner with a friend. We were talking about age as we were walking towards the restaurant, and how 'old' we are even though we don't feel old. The server came to take our order, and I ask for a glass of wine. He nicely asked if I was 21. I didn't answer for a few seconds because I was so shocked at hearing the question. I asked him if I looked 21. He asked for my ID. I laughed and said, are you seriously carding me?! He said yes. I smiled and said that it made my day and happily gave him my license. My friend asked the server if he can get carded too so he can feel younger, hahaha. Do I really not look even 21?!

This morning on my way to work, I saw a really cute dog coming home with its owner from a morning walk, and when it saw me across the street, it kept turning and stopping to look at me instead of following its owner into the house. I think over time, I've grown to want a dog more and more.

As I was crossing the street to my office, I heard a woman with a pretty voice behind me say, 'I think I explained the rules to you wrong yesterday ...' and she goes on to explain something about a piece in checkers (I don't play checkers so I didn't follow). And I expected a grown person's voice to respond, but I heard a toddler's voice! I was curious as to how old the kid was, so I purposely slowed down to let them pass me. The kid was in a stroller, he couldn't have been more than 4, and I guess he played checkers with his mom the night before, and they're having a discussion about the rules of checkers while she's pushing him in a stroller! I couldn't help but smile and feel warm and fuzzy inside. On the flight home from Phoenix, there was a super adorable (and well behaved) baby across the aisle from me. After we landed, he was awake with his big eyes wide open - SO cute. I kept smiling at him and got him to smile back. It's like instinctive - I can't help the goofy smiles when I'm around cute babies who are responsive. But then I think about the diapers and the lack of sleep and the breastfeeding and the 'no more freedom or privacy', and I am quickly reminded of why I am thankful that I am not a mom.