Getting Older

Last night I realised that I was getting older due to the following occurrences.  Firstly, I was invited out for a friend's leaving do which started at about 7pm.  By the time I had picked up another friend and arrived in town it was about 7:30pm - I was already tired.  Not a good start.  Secondly, I had no idea who, what or where Porter's was and had to find it on Google Maps because my social life dwindled a couple of years ago when I got my first real job.  Ugh.  The third occurrence was that the music in the bar was so incredibly loud that I found myself having to shout to the people next to me and was genuinely straining to hear the replied conversation, and I was probably making that face that seniors do when they are straining to hear - attractive!  Lastly, the conversation with my friend Josh was that he said he felt old and he "isn't even twenty-three yet" - this made me want to cry and hit him in his baby face because it means that he is still twenty-two and young whereas my twenty-fifth birthday is looming and I am starting to look really blegh.  In the end, we stayed for about two hours

Oh god.  I'm going to be a quarter of a century old.  Oh god.

Sounds even more awful if I put it like that.  I have been trying to think about the pros of getting older, such as it's quite an important birthday milestone, and I might get some very nice presents (fingers crossed) but the, all of the cons just keep piling up like a huge and depressing "still-have-to-do" list.  For example I have yet to go travelling, I still haven't been to a music festival (I know) plus I still haven't figured out what I want to achieve from life - which is just wonderful.  But I guess what I need to take from this is that this should give me a huge kick up the bum and make me get a move on with these sorts of things before all opportunity passes me by.

And on that note, I am going to read a nice book... well, actually it's a comic book about Neuroscience and it's pretty cool (if you're into that sort of nerdy business)

Neurocomic

Funny Little Boy

My eldest sister has been visiting this week with her son Isa (pronounced E-sa).  She could fool anyone that she is also quite heavily pregnant and due to give birth at the end of this month because she can still move about quickly, has no issues in bending down to the floor and can still chase after Isa.

He's only just learnt to walk and though quite wobbly, he's damn fast.  He is also in that stage where everything he sees or picks up needs to be inspected via his mouth first, and not only that but he is teething and the dribble is everywhere...EVERYWHERE.  But aside from all that, he's so freaking cute!  I have been trying to teach him to say "Sam" but he hasn't quite grasped it and instead says something like "Mem", so I take that as being close enough for now.

Today he has "inspected" the following:

• Apple iPhone
• My leggings
• Farah's dress
• Macbook
• Television Remote
• Television
• Farah's hair
• Hot water bottle

There might have been more, but I probably wasn't looking.

Since my sister got married a few years ago and up and moved to London, I don't get to see her as much as I would like, therefore I always cherish the times when I do see her and my nephew, and it's extra wonderful because at least I got to see in the new year with them.

Bets have already started within the family as to what she will have next (even my sister doesn't know) so it will be one big surprise.  I reckon she'll have another boy - she churns out cute kids no?

Farah & Isa

I would write more, but I suddenly have an immense craving to have some more pasta.  Until next time!

Farah, Me & Isa