The First

So…uh… blogging, huh? Yeah, I get it. I’m a little late, but I prefer my life to go at a slow pace. Ya know, the slow and steady person doesn’t spill their drink or win the race or whatever. God forbid I waste a sip – pssshhhhh, not me sista. 

Anyway, I just turned 25 last week and along with the spirit of the one year older and wiser crap, I declare that this is the year of the open heart: being so open, that I practically sneeze and fart and reek of love and just plain damn positive loving, honest, happy, laughy (?), vibes. Yes those are lofty goals to achieve, but I will do my damn best to make that happen as often as I can. I will celebrate every honest comment I make and every time I don’t have to explain a joke to a friend. Yes, 25 will be a great year. So in the attempt of being open, I will start by blogging and being open with my thoughts, somewhat silly and questionable accounts (as much as I can remember) of nights out with friends and share the life philosophies of this 25 somewhat wiser girl, complete with a joke, maybe two, and other random crap that keeps me entertained. I hope you all like Oprah-stuff!! 

*not a good transitioner*

I've been reading a blog lately. It's an honest and enlightening blog about the philosophies of motherhood and life. The life philosophies, I get. I can apply their thoughts to some areas of my life, knowing that life is just pretty damn sweet - all of the time. But the motherhood philosophies, I don't get...yet. I don't know the type of love a mother feels for her child and the trials and frustrations of trying to "do it all", and basking in the milestones of children. From what I read, though, that's just really amazing and I cannot wait to really "get it" one day. But for now, I only know the philosophies of this twenty-something life and I can preach the love of friends. The love of waking up on a friends couch after a night that only started with, "let's just go to dinner", and laughing until it hurts recounting the details of what someone said to the bouncer or the taxi driver on the ride home, and the regret of that last tequila shot and recounting the morning with a friend's quote from the night: "Lets Del Taco this shit up." (-pk). Oh yes, that happened. I can only preach the love between a mother and a twenty-something, when that twenty-something one time crawled into bed with her mom, crying, holding each other so tightly, because she just misses her dad; still in pain, two-years after his death. Life comes full circle, doesn't it? Even in our weakest moments, there's nothing like a mother's hug to remind you about the earth-shattering, heart-filling, powerful, it's you-and-me-sista kind of love that only mother's provide.

So here goes….these are some of my thoughts. Take what you need and laugh at the rest. Oh, and if you have any thoughts/comments please keep them to yourself. JUST KIDDING!!! 

PS. That is the first of many bad jokes, just you wait...oh, it will be awesome.