“True terror is to wake up one morning and realize your high school class is running the country.” Kurt Vonnegut

True Story. At twenty-eight I should have a house, white picket fence, doting husband and 2.5 children. Denied. At twenty-eight I am single, have an almost 2 year old and no degree. I pondered earlier if I was too old to be gallivanting around the Internet spouting random, well poised thoughts. Should I really be fan-girling so hard over Pinto? Shouldn’t I be studying for the GRE instead of laying out a theme on yet another blogging site? Then I really mused where I went “wrong”. I’ve constructed my life a little backwards. At twenty I was “blissfully” married and had signed up for a (semi) career in the Unites States Army. By twenty-one I was in Iraq for the first time. Albeit, a short stunt the first time, it was enough to solidify that I wasn’t in Kansas anymore. A few years later I finally divorced my ex-husband and a few more years after that I gracefully bowed out of the military scene with a baby in tow. And thought, “dammit, I’m going to finish my degree in _________”. So I moved home, went back to school and here I am slowly losing my (happy-go-lucky) mind with a major in Sociology and a minor is Psychology with plans for grad school. So am I too old to be here? Hells no. I only started blogging a few years ago. I’m in my blogging early tween years technically. Deal with it. As far as introductory posts go, “That’ll do pig, that’ll do.”