Why Vacations rock.

I almost did it. I almost turned twenty without talking about it here as well. Because it's an event better ignored. If I ignore it then it can't change anything. How can it change anything anyway? I've been working full time since I was seventeen, living on my own since I was eighteen, paying taxes, being independant, driving a car, and living in the adult world for two years. So changing the numbers that are my age will change any of that. And it won't change anything else.
It won't change the fact that the car has flames and no back window. I'll still spend my weekends reading on the couch, or hanging out with friends. I'll still listen to the same music, laugh at the same things, and twenty is no need to grow up.
So, face it folks. The girl insists on being nineteen for a little longer.

I had the most amazing week. I really really did. No work, lots of play. Volleyball on the beach, late nights around the fire, kayaking on the lake, wrestling in the sand. Cousins I don't see a whole lot of. It was family reunion 2006, and so far, so good.
And then, on the way home, I sideswiped a lady's new explorer. Partly my fault, partly hers. My flames are now all bashed up, but that's about it. Her bumper is scratched but not that bad, but if she insists on getting it replaced it will cost a lot. Three kids in my car, two in hers. And nobody with a scratch. So thanks God for that! But my insurance had run out about a week before. So an incredibly stressful end.
Pray for it, please.