He doesn't say a lot, but he understands everything you say.

My one year old nephew is growing up so big I hear.  I miss the shit out of the kid.  While I can honestly say I can still imagine life without him, I can't honestly say, I'd change it.

My sister tells me he is so smart and active.  She shares stories, pictures and videos.  Does this make me want one of my own?  Hell no.  It does; however, make me want to hold him and kiss him and give him everything he could ever possibly want in life.  Do I never want kids?  I can't say that now.  But I can say, I know I haven't dated my one.

With all the boys I've dated in the last (almost) two years, I discovered during conversation this weekend, I only date them for two months before hightailing it out of there.  That must be my breaking point.  Or maybe, just me realizing that this person isn't my one.

Shoop said date for three months, after that you should know if you should stick around.  The fact that I don't need three months, but only two, makes me believe I've got a firm understanding of what I want in a boy.

My sister told me Carter doesn't say a lot, but understands everything you say.  To that I responded, Typical boy.  Seriously.  They know and understand what a girl is going through, but they sit back and watch her work it out for herself.  Pro and Cons with this, but either way, Carter will do just fine as an adult.

I'll be 29 in a month.  I have spent the last 11 years celebrating with Trista.  When we realized that Nathan wasn't any good at socializing or spending time with me, and Steve her, we decided we'd take matters into our own hands.  Every six months (Jan and July; her b-day and mine) we would have a celebration bash.    This year, I thought I'd be here in OZ for my birthday.  I bought tickets for a concert.  I ended up purchasing two because I didn't want to do this on my own.  Later, with the thought in mind,  of spending it with the boy I thought I wanted to be with on my birthday. 

I have to stop here and just say I have never been big on my own birthday.  I love other peoples and celebrate the shit out of them.  My own though?  Not so much.  Mainly because the person I loved wasn't invested in me.  So this year, I figured to try something different.  I'm kind of regretting this decision.  Therefore, my plan to head home and stay home is in effect.  But you know me, my plans change by the moment.