Another Year, Another Crease in the Crows Feet

"CHAOS," Picture from Cincinnati Marathon, May 3 2009

So I turned 25 this weekend. Had a pretty good time. Cant complain. Just wanted to thank everyone for the birthday wishes and those who came out to celebrate my immanent demise into adulthood. Goo. So with that, I thought it would be fun to post my 5 greatest achievements/memories of my 25 short years.

5. Attained a College Degree - and not only did I accomplish this, but in a field that I love and will be the most useful for my future. I love design and the past few years using these skills have definitely been a blast.
4. Spent an entire month in Italy - I was an Art History Minor, and the Roman empire is my favorite time period to study (tied with WWII for being wicked awesome) and when in Italy I finally got to see all the things I had been studying the previous 3 years. Not to mention the people I was with made the entire trip legendary. oh, and I got to see Sting in a free concert in Milan :)
3. Getting best artist award in Kindergarden - How can they even tell?
2. Running 5 Full Marathons - After completing number 5 in Seattle in June, I cant stop thinking about it. How many people can say that they've run 5 marathons in their life. I cant explain it, but the feeling is amazing. I must continue this adventure to get to all states out of the way, then I think I might do one on every continent. DC in October!
1. The Night of Dane Cook - will always go down as the greatest day of my life (april 8, 2005). Sure most of it was spent in the car trying to get to Springfield, MO and sure it wasn't my finest hour of displaying intelligence (like going north on hwy 63 and almost ending up in Iowa trying to get to SOUTHWEST missouri) but it was a bonding experience with me and my best friend Adrienne and at the end of it all, we got to meet Dane Cook - once on accident, and then for real a second time - and maybe even scared him a little. Hands down, greatest day ever.

Thanks again for the birthday wishes. From dancing to T.I. on stage at the Piano Bar with Griz, to exchanging stories and antidotes at Kilkenny's, and reliving the story of my birth from my mother again - she tells it to me every year and how when it was all over she looked at my 25 year old father, who was peeking over the doctors shoulder, what it looked like only for him to reply "Have you ever gutted a deer?"

- it was a blast!