My third installment

The first half of my twenties was filled with redundancy. I did much of the same thing, year after year, after year. Nothing. I maintained the same job, maintained numerous hair colors and lengths, and managed to eat at either McDonalds or Jack in the Box every night of every year.

I was in a steady, and by steady I really mean dead, relationship which I'd toyed with ending for most of those five years. That relationship came to a screeching halt on the night of November 19th, 1999. And that is when my twenty fifth year of life, came to life.

But, if you want to know how, you'll have to buy my Memoir. Don't worry; I'll let you know when it's on the shelf.

Over the next five years I would move out for the first time, again, only I would stay out. And instead of moving half way across the country, I moved across town. No snow.

I would also become a parent and spend the final six years of my first thirty two years on earth, as a mother. And by mother I mean, I would take a seat on the wildest, most gut wrenching-est, most exciting roller coaster of all time.