So… Depending on how you look at things — I either just turned 29, or I’ve got about seven hours and 40 minutes. Either way… I’ve got 364 more days until I’m 30 (a fact which my wife — awesome and amazing as she is — will no doubt not allow me to forget). Frankly — I’m not actually all that bothered by getting old. I mean, I certainly don’t want to make a huge deal out of it, and I’m not so keen on having a huge blow-out party to celebrate my age next year, but it’s not a big thing weighing heavy on my mind.
For, I am a kid. Not just a kid at heart, but like, I’m a man-child who can’t get his fill of video games and toys. I like my dogs because they are easy to screw with (and I’ll be damned if I don’t learn to fly the R/C helicopter well enough to chase them), and they are kinda dim-witted. Yes, I am the playground bully of my house. But I’m the playground bully with all the cool toys.
Anyways, I’ve been thinking about life a lot lately, and things I want to do, have to do, should do, and… well… mostly right now I just want to play with my helicopter. Too bad it’s charging.
-Jon
P.S. Yup: this is what happens when Jon write on his blog without knowing what he’s going to say before he starts.