The day comes to a close...

I sit here at work, finishing up the day and as always, full of laughs!  We always laugh and say "I love us" at work.   Whenever one of us is going through something rough, we always pick em up.  It is like a safe house, keeping us sane.  I have been through some rough times but they seem to fade away when I come to work.  I appreciate that all the time.  I can't say enough how much I love my job, but I will say it again... I LOVE MY JOB!

So as this day comes to a close... I am faced with going home!  I get bored sitting there.  I remember being younger and always having something to do on the weekends, where did those days go?  I get that I am "almost 30 ;)" and married but why does the fun need to end?  Why can't I still go to the local watering hole and get drunk on $20 and dance the night away?  I am recalling my youth!  I miss the smell of cigarettes in bars, yes I said that!  I miss the loud ass blaring music, I miss the blisters and the sweat.  I want to go out this weekend and shake my ass all night and not worry about people looking at me like I am some crazy PUMA.  I remember when just driving around, drinking a Zima and listening to some house music was enough.  Or hanging out at a park, watching the boys play basketball was almost TOO much!  I know that we get older and "grow up" but why do we have to lose our zest for life?  I don't think it has to be that way.  I know we have responsibilites as adults and have to handle our business but I think we can still love the bigger things.  I do not feel my age, well except for when I am hungover and exhausted... I can't hang the way I used to, other than that, I don't.  I act like the same goofy nut I have always been. 

I guess I just needed to vent about the aging process and how envious I am of the youngins' that don't realize how great they have it!

XOXOXO

Hitch